so messed up, happiness is perceived as an illusion,
thick melancholic darkness clouds the vision,
too myopic to see beyond the enclave of this chaos,
to admit there’s still some beauty left seems difficult,
mind already severely weakened as a result of so many evil bombs
tired soul at the end of its tether,
give it even just a tidbit of light,
and you will see it undergo a revival
Sometimes, all it takes is giving them a little effort of love, a little gesture of care, a little word of hope, just a little, and they get all spirited again.
Believe me when I say,we have in us the power to win souls. Just make yourself an instrument of Light.