But I ask you, dear woman, to keep your fight,
To rise above the ashes and show your might.
For in your suffering, you bear the truth,
That despite the cruelty, there is still a youth.
Let me be your voice, let me be your light,
To shine upon the darkness and guide you right.
I'll hold your scars with tender care,
And let your words travel through the air.
In each drop of blood, a story unfolds,
A testament to the strength untold.
Oh, my dearest, your chaos is profound,
But within it, a beauty can be found.
Though the moon weeps, its light shines on,
And in its tears, a courage is born.
For it knows the pain that we endure,
And it casts its light, pure and sure.
May we learn from the moon's silent cry,
To see beyond the hatred in our eyes.
For time is fleeting, and we must understand,
The urgency of love, in a world so grand.
So let us rise above the cruelty and strife,
To embrace humanity and reclaim our life.
No longer bound by chains of abuse,
But empowered by the strength we choose.
In the face of death, we'll stand tall,
And rescue humanity, one and all.
For in our battle, we'll find the key,
To healing the world, and setting it free.
©Julian
J