As dusk fell upon her,
she traveled alone.
There was no looking back,
or returning home.
Battered and beaten,
her truths were held secret.
And with her trust running thin,
she knew she must keep it.
When along the dark path,
She found a fallen bright star.
She gazed in amazement,
but stared from afar.
She thought up the things,
her heart most desired.
Then tip-toed gently,
to touch the ball made of fire.
Her mind traveled away,
to an unfamiliar place.
Where love was renewed,
with small acts of grace.
A place where hatred never occurred.
and screams from the streets,
would never be heard.
Where the color of skin,
was never a problem.
And when troubles drew near,
We’d come together to solve them.
A place with no wars,
over power for lands.
Where soldiers and Arabs,
could stand hand in hand.
Wallets of money,
would be just an object to own.
And every child could sleep,
on a bed in a home.
These are the wishes,
She hoped she could see.
When the ball made of fire,
would leave and be freed.
She loosened her grip,
from the luminous light.
And carried her dreams,
As she traveled the night.
