Nights In The Canopy

The sky is so dark and the air cold-chilly
Truly a place of torture and pain
Instead of peace and freedom

The first night, we bore out of hope
The second night, still hopeful but mixed with pain
Something about us being hopeful
We were once loved and are still loved

But for how long?
Till we learn our lesson?
A place of sober reflection
Till we realise our role?
A place of change and correction

Nights in the canopy
All are gathered here for the screening that will take place
A screening that will show who received correction and who did not.



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