[bowl of oranges]

It will be worth it, i swear it will.

The thug bared his feral fist,
and threw it through the window,
his menace brought out blood.
As the crack faded into silence,
a humble glow, flowed from an angel
turning harsh fragments to petals.

Hand hurried to back, to release a stark cold barrel.
But a bullet, however swift, held no match,
for the power of the light,
feet hurried to run, to release the thug from his fate.

Deprived of such beaches and flowers,
sunsets giving us an essence of heaven,
delicate smiles from unladen lives.

A killers fate, is dark.
You left me empty, so that's how you'll remain,
it's hard to replace a best friend,
harder still to replace a soul,
of which one guilty of slaughter is clearly in need of.

But maybe god loves you enough,
i can't say, i can just hope,
we'll be able to taste the sweet,
the joy of a life of such glory,
such we're not even able to comprehend,
like the stars in the sky,
which out number the grains of sand on soft beaches.

So however we try, and study out our thoughts,
still we will crave,
a knowledge deeper, flourishing wisdom much stronger.

But i feel this, radiating from my heart,
the trip we're on, the pain we suffer,
every tear that falls heavy from our face,

It will be worth it.
Just to meet him.
I swear it will.