Almost breaking down the doors of sanity.
In the constant ebb and flow of life the world seeks rebirth.
As if the blood in the sand will bloom a desert rose.
And from the growing death toll, we begin anew.

Gnawing, nagging, aging doubt.
I'm tired of watching man
constantly tear at each others throats
to spill that life-breath's blood to grow
again a new brood charging forward to spill more blood.

Yet, amid this darkness, this doubt, this turmoil
I am again reminded by a simple kindness that
the capacity to love still outweighs the madness threatening to
consume the world