The call to you
you run till blue.
You hear the screams.
your ears it reams.
The gut is wrenched
in sweat is drenched
The muscles strain
with exhaust in vain.
“All is lost!” you once heard said.
Their hopes and dreams are all but dead.
A light you see pierce through the dark
and hope restored by just a spark.
As a pillar of truth let happiness stand,
the power of play in a small child’s hand.