Cries annually come springs brightening bloom
Jogging through twilight, clouds separate to reveal
And when stars colour the sky, Our eyes will grip the new identity
We shall overcome, the poster that will colour our faces
behind the screens, as the cases multiply,
And voices get twisted ,land of silence sounds with shovels
scooping and slamming to rebuild what could be
Destruction knocks , with its anxiety-laden voice
Deserted streets vomits sirens , a day turns blue
with omens. Does fear make or let one retreat?
Strength.Does it break the walls of the healthy?
As the storm clouds blur back together, my heartbeat slows,
My pulse adjusts fitting the heart rhythm, no breath catches the cadence
Does true beauty make or let one cry out?