WE BELIEVE

We flapped our wings away. Higher from the grounds of dubiety and ache, With features carrying hope . We are, if something True disciples of love. Victims to its horrors and terrors. Our hearts have endured the degrees of its frigid body. Unceasingly, hatred grew towards those we intrusted, pieces of our hearts. The very same ones who did not cater, but chewed them out like bitter pills. With a trail of broken hearts .. We still BELIEVE.