The Vision Of My Heart

I can see the clouds,
hanging low.
Being torn apart by the figures of concrete.
I can see several floors,
which holds our lives mostly.
I can see different hues in the sky,
hidden behind the silver lining.
I can see the Ball of Fire,
erupting, then dying slowly.
I can see some endless roads,
which lead to a perpetual journey.
I can see the creatures,
feeding on the Earth slowly.
I can see a man in the sky,
giving me a hand of his to hold.
I can see the horizon,
with my blessed eyes.
Moments passed.
I am lying beneath the blanket of stars.
I can see dark everywhere.
But still,
a ray of light always shines in my dark.

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