Broken Arrows and Wounded Hearts
Armies of men and arrows
Have conquered nations and great lands
Arrows sweeping through the air to make the living, tumble dead
The dead dance no more
A single wounded heart
Has conquered nations and great lands
A bitter heart worth more than one thousand arrows
One wounded heart shall make all hearts beat no more
Pain kills the soul
Bitterness kills the heart
Anger is the greatest weapon
Wounded hearts become great warriors
Dark angels’ congregate and sing
When they see a wounded hearts voyage begin
Its journey leading to battles yet fought
Hatred is the flag of the hardened soul
Ah the invasions will come, sadly tiss true
From the darkness and far beyond
I have only simple words of wisdom to say
Wear the armor of love and compassion
I promise you, evil you shall slay
From darkness shall come the light, one day
Copyright © Arthur Vaso | Year Posted 2014
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