The Song of You

I am a painter of lives that hide in the fog
I see you through your stalwart veil
beyond the walls you have created
brick by thunderous brick
And I like what I see
So I paint you
That all may know you
A temperate soul watchful in the fire
of this cacophonous world
A voice that needs to be heard
and seen through the bombs that befall us
We need the song of you to bring balance
to the torture of men