On the half birth of hope a seed was planted.

A seed of future, a seed of destiny.

Planted in a disturbed soul.

A loving soul, but one that has died.

Killed by starvation, the void of a tomorrow.

Killed by the complete lack of faith, no reason to walk on.

But still crying out, letting all hear it's story.

Very dangerous it is bringing back the dead.

A risk that could save or damn the soul for eternity.

If the seeds blooms healthy, natured by love, breathing with hope, then when the soul blooms,

Everything it touches will be refreshed, invigorated by the life living within it.

If the seed is grown with hate, then it will destroy, causing doom to enter all who near it.  

A spawning pit for all things bad, walking decay.

All in the hands of her, a child of hope.

Will she tend the seed she planted?

Or is it just an inconvenience, a extra step from the normal?

Does she not see what could be?

The joy that the seed would spawn, a joy that would give her renewed reason.

So blind, ignorent even such as a child of hope.

I cry for her, and those who she will damn...