Rumour

It's rumoured there is to be good in this life, where the bad creeps off into the shadows.
It's rumoured that we will unite in this world, when we can put down our bows and our arrows.
It is rumoured the meek will rule, not obey, when the earth is tired of the pain, nurturing back all the magic once lost, and taking delight in the rain.
It is rumoured that all hope is not lost, when we are ruled by the law of our cage, but all that I hope, is by hook or by crook, that a love we will always engage.