(Image via Eric Hanson)

Like a diamond in the rough

More than appearance shows

Lands abandoned by hearts. Tired

Impaled in forms of persecution.

Spirit still lingers in the still waters,

Exposed to the melancholy of the same show,

Wisdom that does not live only survives

Structured by the dreams long crushed.

When does the interest begin?

When do we cut our diamond to shape?

Imagination,Please jump take form!

Lend us the strength of action

Form now our pride into something.