Here on Earth choas and violonce predominate most of
As each day passes my spirit becomes less alive.
A time of darkness, a time of gloom,
The sound of thunder, a never ending boom.
The time has come what shall I do?
I shall do what is true,
I feel it now, the time is near.
The time of truce that we shall not fear.
I can see it now a shape in the sky,
Coming closer as it flies.
I hear a voice deep within thee,
I soon find out it speaks to me.
I cant tell what is said,
I do think of it when I go to bed.
Someone special someone true,
Sparks love within me where anger grew.
She says "Not to worry for we are meant to be,
Like the doves, flying so free."
A dragon is what I shall be,
For then, I will truly be free.
Along side my love in the night,
We fly together, free of fright.
All is white, and too bright.
A kindom of peace and love with no night.
I am free, I am at peace .
I am with my love at last.
By: Stephen Alan McKean