washing you away (part one)

A light circled, danced around the walls,
reflecting the hope in your eyes,
mirroring the lies handed down to you,
by those whose hope had deserted them,
and in it's place a bitter taste of reality,
rooted their mouth shut, to outdated ideas,
as a tree is rooted to the ground, protected yet unable to search further, reach out to enlighten or gain knowledge,
that simply does not belong in your world,
of broken bracken,
yet the finch sings on,
a beckon of hope, in the bleak depths of your mind.