A Place To Call Home

(The Place I'll Return Someday)

Time...

It passes unconcerned as people live

Dreaming of Mercy

In a world of Anxiety,

Uncertainty and Sorrow

At times

All their hands were clasped in friendship

At times

With their lifted arms

All their colors bled into one

In a world of thick Mist

Those men who truly die

From a war that must be won

Are nowhere to be seen

In a world of blank books

The sons of silent age were born

Crying for Mercy

In their Mother's arm

Within Time

They will soon learn

How to live

With pale shelter

Within Time

They will soon understand

How to deal

With the empty stares

Because they already knew

From the start of the first page

Father won't be home

Father ain't the same

Until the end of the last paragraph

Those were the days

Lived by the infant

Those were the times

They were also seeking something

Inside their thoughts kept from everyone

To relief such heartache

To seek all the answers

To believe in themselves

A goal, a dream to be materialized

In a shape of a Dragon...

の三日月の下で

Under The Crescent Moon

Book One: The Hurting

A character study

by Janet K. Wallace