My View

I look upon my hands for scars,
View the world I have created so far,
As tears run down my face,
Wonder if…we could ever get along,
Together as a human race.

I’ll have to wait and see,
And help those
Who pray to me.

Through thick and thin,
My time will come again.
Down from the stars,
To heal the world,
For which I bear these scars.