From deep within a heart of stone,
lies the essence of a kernel, soon to bloom.
Behind these stony faces, tears run dry,
emotions hidden inside the outer shell,
where hope mixes with fear, and a suppressed cry.
The seedling will soon sprout,
when watered by tears of joy;
then, this plant will blossom in the sunshine,
of a new day, when faith reigns,
in the hearts of once lifeless ruins.
The stones from where the seedlings thrived,
will break away to reveal what was hidden inside –
people stepping out from beneath the earth,
to greet the sunrise with all that they are worth.
No more concealed in the basements below;
now, blessed to watch the sun’s glow.