fire & fear

When I was a kind
a day i found a feather
and i take it in my hands.
I look at that little thing
& see a world between their tails.
I watched fear and fire,
the fear was the power that each man had.
Everybody were fighting,
they're fighting for hate, power and greed.
Everything was destruction & wrath.
but, when all seemed lost the fire appears
it were in the courage,
in the inocent's cry.
then began a fierce battle,
none would give,
accept defeat equate to extinction
all will disappear.
I realize then,
day by day,
each one is fighting a battle whitin.