It's made of hope, and built on trust.
You can sweep it together, but it will scatter like dust.
You can build it up, but it can fall apart.
It can heal the soul, yet break the heart.
It will lift your spirits and make them soar.
It may end a battle, but start a war.
Make dreams come true; or be a nightmare.
Fill the brave with fear; Make the heartless care.
It will make a wish. Turn day into night. Send it on a prayer.
Turn dark into light. This strange thing sent from above.
To some it seems evil; To most...it's called love.
Written by: Linda Stanley