The View From The Clouds

I sent my spirit rising high beyond the ceiling of the sky, To stand beside the ones we miss within the quiet vast abyss. I asked to borrow spirit eyes to pierce the heavy grey disguise and look upon this weary sphere to see the things that keep us here.

I looked below and felt the weight of so much love and so much hate. I saw the Earth a tired stone where so many feel they walk alone. I saw the scars upon the land the lines drawn deep in shifting sand, The silent cries of those in pain hidden by the falling rain.

From up above, the borders fade I saw the mess that fear has made. I saw how fragile life can be floating in a starless sea. But as I watched the world turn round a different truth is what I found For every shadow on the ground a light of hope could still be found.

The spirits whispered in my ear, "The cure you seek is always near." It isn't found in grand decrees or brought to us upon the breeze. It’s in the hand that holds the weak it’s in the humble words we speak It’s seeing that we all bleed red no matter where our path is led.

So I returned from clouds above, armed with nothing else but love. To heal the world we start inside with nothing left to mask or hide. For when you view it from the height you see we’re all just seeking light.

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