Messenger of Peace (I Am)
In the storm of discord, I cast my plea,
Words like balm, or a calm sea’s breath.
I am the whisper where chaos is free.
The loudest brawls are just silent death,
And I move through shrieks and cries,
Smoothing the edges with a gentle heft.
When tongues sharpen like knives in the skies,
I weave threads of silence, soft and deep.
Bridges I build where rage and logic dies.
The world is a circus, all secrets to keep,
Where clowns in dark suits trade their cruel jest.
I offer a bed where shattered souls sleep.
My voice, a lullaby, for those distressed,
In the din of madness, my call is clear.
My words a quiet, peaceful conquest.
For every clash of iron, my shield appears,
A tender truce, a heartfelt reprieve.
In storms of fury, my calm commandeers.
In a world lost, where angels often grieve,
I sow seeds of calm where discord’s rife.
From the wreckage, I seek to softly weave.
My voice, a lullaby, for those distressed,
I offer a bed where shattered souls sleep.
In the din of madness, my call is clear.
In the storm of discord, I cast my plea.