For Worse or For Better?

To you, my people I write you a letter - making my choice for not worse, but better. Thunder, a mother, calls me back home In the darkest moments of feeling alone Lightning flashes a passionate grin Encouraging me, to keep fighting, to win I am out again, in the human world Where my brothers and sisters feel only hurt The blades that slash, the shooting guns The human species - having their fun. I beg. I plead. Please won’t you feel? Their dying cries to hearts of steel I am lost, in a room with doors only closed, Surrounded by people, yet completely alone. Thunder, my mother, calls me back home In the darkest moments of feeling alone Lightning flashes a passionate grin Encouraging me, to keep fighting, to win Back now again, more on the ground More broken hearts screaming no sound Grass that swallows the pain of their life Drowning in wrongs, but trying to do right. You killed the one that gave you your life Your words transforming to poisoned knives Your love burning in flames of hatred So much potential, for a new life - wasted. You slaughtered the grass that cheered you on You shattered the mother that did you no wrong You destroyed the air that nurtured your growth Stabbed in the back, one of your own. A transformation, not yet complete Look around you - what do you see? Open your eyes. Listen to me. It’s not who you’ve been but who you can be. The thunder is quiet. The lightning is dark. You have a choice - together? Apart? My words on a page, your life in a letter The decision is yours. For worse or for better?