A Tie

Torche's way
Lights a flame
On phantom corridors
To open gates

How does heaven
Relate with the path
That leads us to it?

And when we speak of strength
What has it muscle up?

I can be as light as the breeze
But made rock by turbulent seas

Or else it’s just plain evil
Distorting wrong from right

From war there is to learn:
I’d rather have blue skies