Almighty Beckoning

Come with me my child,

Come and hold my hands,

Let’s traverse to a paradise,

That would solely belong to us.

Along the road less travelled,

And untouched by loathe and despise,

With only the fragrance of love encompassing us,

To an Oasis of hope and altruism.

Amidst this world of vengeance and deception,

It’s beckoning, to embrace, to enlighten,

With the touch of true humanity.