Judgement

Horrible souls bare no mark of a painful heart
And righteous ones bare righteous words against others
When all hearts are strummed from delicate fingers
One slip vibrates out a sleepless night of tears

Darkness falls upon shoulders like comforting shawls
Fickle stars become a distant warmth of hope
And that bold Moon which once held valuable trust
Finds itself much further from an eager reach

There are powerful walls built by ignorant hands
And towers which hold safe those righteous words
They have strength like that of mighty soldiers
Pushing past borders as if they were dead trees

Standing rigid and grasping hold of their hearts
Gazing past with hate and judgment in their eyes
But before us lay crumbled walls and towers
Where Horrible souls claim dignity and honour

When those righteous words fall upon undeserved
And when Horrible souls then bare painful hearts
Right and wrong are merely what you see fit to be
And none are left better nor worse, yet the same