A thousand trees

Amazing how you feel a feet backwards
With a foot forward sometimes
It breaks your heart
A prisoner without a crime
Places to run and hide
Divide in fear and cowardice
Hope becomes rude
And sunshine lost in dim nights
What you must hold onto then
Is your life
Precious beyond measure
For when you hold a life
There will a come a day of reward
The sword of justice
Will break you free
And hence will bloom
From you a small seed to a thousand trees.

©rhezan