Turn A Blind Eye?

Dreams are written in folklore,
Dancing embers that echo a legend,
Stories are whispered forevermore,
The sky weeping, humanity drenched.

Moments are devine in nature,
Silence will be a ghost under the stars, 
Forged beauty in death's future,
Voices of history speak of who we are.

A Porcelain face cracks with murderous horror, 
Mankind will shiver in the shadow's of birth, 
A cradled voice pleads no, looking in the mirror, 
Land will yield hope for what its now worth.

Mortal souls transcend into the heavens,
A silhouette of forgiveness breathes life,
Mother nature no longer has to pretend, 
A funeral decorated, for the world is blind.