Beauty For Ashes

As seeds transform into plant

So does the child transform into man.

The Clarion call is so blatant

Was it His preplanned plan?

He Himself is the master of this Eden

He's now sowing new seeds in His Garden.

Time will come for all to meet him in his den

Irrespective of being men or women.

Birds are ready to build their new nest

We come on this earth as an uncertain guest.

Souls are ready for their eternal rest

Tearing apart the bosom buddies' Chests.

If He is the one who gives life to the lifeless,

How can he have a heart so ruthless?

How can sons be victimized by Father's wrath,

If one's life has to end in one's death?

Who is answerable for the untimely demise?

Is there anyone who's listening to our cries?