Shell of body, mask of mind.
When will we find the grasp of innocence
that grows within our hearts and souls again?
Oh grace, that faltered at the altar
of their intellects! Where now, do you
abide, within their lives...?

Shells holding bombs that thrive
upon the blood of innocents.
The heaven-sent that's disappeared
amid the gleam and greed they spend
without a thought of life that must
live on.

Mine fields that abide within the mind.
Prosperity that never finds
its way back home to heart.
Shell of body, mask of mind.
When will we find a way back home
into the hearts that only love can grow...?

? Michaelette ?