The New Jerusalem

Masked:

Same faces, different places

Races, traces

Divided by streets, states, oceans

Alone, yet in unison 

A memory:

I long for yesterday 

I long to be as the butterflies

Moving swiftly through the morning breeze

I long to hold your hands

While swaying through the forest trees

A hope: 

I hope and pray that we 

As the human race are

able to unite in prayer 

Have no fear but believe

That this too shall pass

I long for a miracle 

I long for a better tomorrow

I long for The New Jerusalem