Beyond Our Suffering by Archangel Spirit Healer Edwards (A.S.H.E)
I sought my own pleasure,
But may I rot in the firey depths below,
I found at the ocean, my own leisure,
The sound of seagulls soaring above,
Born from a baby crying aloud,
Forlorn in these days all I see is hatred,
May I see a happy day ahead,
Pray only for this war to come to an end,
Trapped in this cage of iron and steel,
Napped about like a dog waiting for a meal,
Tears fall and guts rage in pain,
Fears emerge and anger sets in,
The sight of peace is what I feel in the stone walls surrounding me,
Like a kite shading out the sun on the beautiful earth below,
I sneeze from the sickness and disese from the cell,
A sudden breeze chills my back as sun enters the hall and light has finally been brought back to the world