The world where I am

Has been seen by all men

Thru poets pictures

Painters visions

Actors worlds.

So why do I see

What couldn't be

How do I know

The ways out of home

To a place where few have been

A place filled with friends

Where the pain

And the horrer

Of our land is no more.

Why was I given this gift

To stand here in bliss

And see how we could be

Had others not seen us first.