Colors of Freedom

Someone came to the door of grace With a dream clasp at hand A picture of white laces, picket fences Glorious man holding her hand Solid grip as if to say all this is all This is me This is all of me Only this will bring happiness Layered with peace Full to the brim with joy Sequined dream on a mind hill Of every up and small town girl Sharing but one life vision Or is it but an illusion? I came to the funnel of mystery Of which generations foretell of a history Face to face with the dream Begging for some piece of me Some more of me at the brink of salvation Craving for truth Is this me? Is this all of me? Inside my dream I saw Locks and chains on delicate wrists Where every form of movement Tears and breaks That white has gone bright tinged red Gone deeper and deeper in shade Until black Surely life is more than this Is this life for all? Is this me? All of me? I closed the door of my once ago reverie Found myself surrounded by divine sympathy Cradled in mercy of unexpected and undeserved Comforted by hope Life is more than just one dream More than just one door Or one corner of every road Compelled to seeking truth The choice of life more than its world-set guise The limitless marvel of natural wonders Color after color of surprising hues Life is more than every inch of a broken glass As even splinters so deeply cut Also heals in time Every breath that grasps life Is worth another dream For life is more than me This is me