Numb Whispers

The sun rises from the east,
as they said,
And that's what they believed.
But when the dark redeems,
Light loses its beams,
Has the thought ever arise,
Where did the crimson moon rise?

They joined their hands,
bowed their heads,
prayed to God
and kicked the poor.
And still they believed
God was there above.

And they believed,
Lost in ashes
The Phoenix did rise,
But vane humanity rust,
When will we ourself rise.

And so I believe,
What my eyes sees,
Speak the words,
What my heart believes.
Lies and truth I judge thyself.
Though not perfect,
Almost perfect can be.
Not just a dot I think,
I'm just another human amidst otherselves.