We are made of stars, don't you see?
That exceptional brilliance to our glow.
We are made of gold, don't you see?
As we are shapened into an aesthetic wonder under the flames of our trials.
We are made of mud, don't you see?
As we are molded everyday into our better selves throwing off our excesses.
We are made of light, don't you see?
As we stand as a beacon of hope to those that have lost their way.
We are made of war, don't you see?
As we chase our perceived view of justice, in a fight between good and evil.
I say,
We are made of love, don't you see?
That we can wish one another nothing but the very best keeping our doors wide open to strangers.
©Demmy
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