I see a child making daisy chains

And think of those in other chains

Heavy as metal, yet can not be seen

Locking them in, from places they’ve been


Hearts torn open and never healed

Tears that have seared, wounds never healed

Secrets of fear, that keep them bound

A whisper, a shout, a dreaded sound


A message of love has to be told

An escape route down that narrow road

A journey that wipes away all the harm

A walk through the rain of healing balm


Within His high tower, behind strong ramparts

Is protection and love, for all broken hearts

His world’s real – not the land of never-never

God establishes His Kingdom, now and forever.