A single tear
Formed of hurt and blood
A streak of red, symbol of a scar
A background of porcelain skin
How can one endure such agony?
Yet we live on
Our lot to suffer
The promise of life
Has always been death
Neither can be without the other
Yin and Yang, Good and Evil
Light and Dark, Life and Death
Why do we hate the shadows?
Because we do not understand them
And what we do not understand we fear
And what we fear we grow to hate
This is the cycle of humanity
Can it be broken?
Those with an open mind and pure heart already have
We have only to follow them
Why don't we?
We are afraid, as we have always been
But there is still hope
We will grow and learn
And one day maybe we will be worthy
That is the power of the tree
The Tree of the knowledge of Good and Evil
The power is choice, God's Greatest Gift
We have only to take it to redeem ourselves