The Promise You Hold

To all those who have felt lost
Unheard, dazed amidst an infinity;
Bring forth a brazen bow
Step forth, listen closely —for your time is now

You are a candle waiting to be lit
By the flame of the perfect moment
Shine your myriad of colors
Too long have you been waiting for it

The ever so burning passion in your heart
Let it not rest, but bloom with yearn
A mystifying form of art;
An unseen gem waiting for its turn

Burn for your dreams daringly
As echoes of truth shake the walls
Even the clearest of waters;
Envious of its purity