
the road that we’re on
splits the horizon in two
learn to love both halves

the road that we’re on
splits the horizon in two
learn to love both halves

hands across the fence
an open – honest dialogue …
… a start to healing
crossing the dry line
sunshine jumbling with the rain
nothing like Laura
or more unrest on the streets
peaceful protests turn violent

a shared suffering
enkindles a common bond –
silent acceptance

clear cool morning
hot air rises easily
in a balloon