Children of Yah

I had a dream. well, more of a story. we were kids, being raised in a foreign land. it was beautiful. the days were sunny, the land was vast. the trees were vibrant, and there were children everywhere. we were kids too, and after playing by the creeks we’d go to school. here we were taught the principles of love. classes were fun, our teachers were young, and everyone got along fine.
but when we graduated, still kids, we were sent to another land. it seemed to be another planet entirely. this was earth. there, we would find ourselves in the same bodies, in in different. we were angels, tasked with the mission of bringing light to a darkened world. we knew this when we arrived, but did not understand how hard it would be, not yet knowing how dark this world had become.
our guides above hoped that we would not forget what lay deep in our hearts or neglect what was buried in our souls. but as we aged, a many of us abandoned what was abundant in our youth. the light that is without end, the love we were tasked to share. instead we adapted to this world, not by choice, but nonetheless hardened by it’s systems.
we were children of Yah, now products of society. but our light still remained, our guides never refrained from reaching out to us. it is only our perspective that veiled the truths they tried to reveal. and this was the state of the world to which we were sent. children of light, veiled by our sight, knowing we are special but never understanding how.

miles carter
@unfollowcarter

music by @salutelotus, sampling @hozier