The Chosen

When the weak grow strong

When the silent speak their mind,

And the deaf begin to sing,

What joy will we then find?

When the pained begin to dance,

When the depressed dream again,

And the broken-hearted believe,

What life will we have then?

When the loved show acceptance,

And the accepted show that love,

To those in need the most,

What could we not rise above?

When the dead begin to breath,

When the hated begin to open,

And the world spreads its arms,

Will we not be the chosen?

Reviews

[Corey]

Not bad a poem of hope :)