Tilt the level of kindness to match
the weight of a kindred heart
steady the beat will stay until aroused
the war between good and evil continues
though the blood of many has been shed
the wind will sooth the air as the trees provide
shelter for another realm
the breath of innocence leaves the mark of
the moon to bear soul
good nor evil
the out come remains sealed until
the weight of the world
can match that of
a kindred heart
