Life Love Light

Our hearts are not dead, 
We who despair, 
For despair itself 
Can only emanate 
From a heart 
That is alive. 

Our hearts are not dead. 
They are caged. 
In fortresses so thick, 
Nothing can pierce. 
Under canopies so layered, 
No brightness can penetrate. 
But there, 
In the middle of it all, 
Are hearts 
Very much alive. 

Our hearts are not dead. 
They yearn to be free, 
To fly, to run, 
To feel, to shine 
Out their light 
Into a dark world. 

Our hearts are not dead, 
And if we can find 
A way to pierce 
The layers enclosing 
Our not-dead hearts 
Then life can connect 
With Life 
And love can connect 
With Love 
And light can connect 
With Light.