I wrote this too long ago to even remember what inspired it.
Floating in the sanctity of a tiny tranquil sea,
hidden from the world by only a fragile wall,
unaware of the uncertainty of their own mortal future.
Wide innocent eyes blinded by a bright light,
unable to see the evils and prejudices of mankind
and the society that emulates his selfish nature.
Virgin ears silenced by their own innocence,
unable to hear the chorus of suffering
mankind has brought to bear on himself.
The sound of salvation beats within a tiny sea
while the impatient fingers of death linger outside
waiting for a chance to plunge in and stop the beat.
Each time Satan's hand swipes by the virgin soul
dangling helplessly from life's frail thread
mankind's last flame of hope begins to flicker.
Shall a world chorus of cries ring in their births,
or shall a soul numbing silence fill our vacant hearts?