In the valley

Written by: Elenushka Toledo

Tear to tear, breaking 

heavy steps. A mountain 

I must climb and deliver 

every hunt- to the sweetest 

waterfall. All burns, all scars-

must remain where they began. 

Every flower has its nectar, this 

seed to be born, is a symbol of 

rejoice. In a garden where all 

was burnt; in need of pouring love. 

And of many little stars to move 

with this bruised heart. In the 

Valley of secret mourns, where 

mountains hear the cry, and the 

mist darkens the route. This 

mountain I must climb it will 

always take the steps through 

the glorious hand of God