You can build castles of gold,
You can take from mother nature until the very Wells of life run dry,
Until the rain washes away the tears from the children,
And roars of thunder destroys the deception of lies,
Masked by the sunshine,
Paradise imagery of perfection.
Until the lightening strikes,
Until they have a place to call home…
Remember November and The festival of Lanterns, the lights to guide the children away from the tears from Heaven.
If only tears were laughter…
Dedicated to the children in #Bangladesh, #India, #Pakistan, #Shrilanka #Philippines and #Africa who are still suffering.
The hand that holds a child and loves them just the way they are, a gift from Heaven.