are those who weather shadows.
and belief that only God knows,
what will be forgiven.
and here amonst the many,
are children baring heartache,
and people who refuse to make,
an effort to even listen.

but if forgiveness is truly near,
and the people truly hear.
may they lift the few to see the light...
to feel the light.

here amongst the many,
are those awaitng winter,
denying all the splendor,
of the seasons gone.
here amongst the many,
where eyes are seldom lifted,
and the darkness has not been sifted.
to reveal the dawn.

reveal the dawn and eyes will rise,
and outstreched arms will be recognized.
enduring hope through seasons gone,
and seasons yet unseen...
here amongst the many.