Appreciation.
These moments
The silence
The hot cup of tea
The dark corners of the word
Plagued with disease and destruction
No more distinction between dark and white
Every single place the same
Ever single place as dangerous as the rest
Confined to the four walls
Home doesn’t feel home anymore
But I look at my Son
He is still breathing
Alive and Kicking
Everyone is still breathing
Everyone is still similing
Everyone is still dreaming
For a better tomorrow
Appreciating the precious moments
For a better tomorrow
Sun will shine brighter
There will be music
And rekindled love and hope and desire
For a better tomorrow
It will sleep forever
Until mankind wakes it up again
