freedom.

whispers slowly filling this silence,
this old religion sneaking underneath everything
we thought to have thrown away.

this line of freedom, where does it begin?
and where does it stop.

To start anew, you must get rid of anything holding you back,
or eventually you will fall down with it,
grasping every part of you,
as if it owns you.

heartsbeat, millions, everywhere.
when will we begin to speak to them,
about what we HAVE what we KNOW to be true,
when will this time come, to take our freedom
to the very people who are held back in chains

who are kept away
away from the world
away from love
away from hope.

when do they get a chance to speak? to hear, to soak in everything we seem to have.

when do we give them that chance.

there is no hope in a path that leads to the light,
but leaves the loved behind,
without a glance backwards,
without question of why they stopped walking.

you may reach your destination, but you will surely be alone.

it wouldn't take you long to , turn around
and help them up.

don't walk past the blind and say 'SEE' when maybe, just maybe
they have a story to be heard.
don't dance past the deaf and say 'HEAR' when maybe, just maybe
they have a picture to be seen.

listen to the blind
watch the deaf

we have freedom.
let's not sit around and let precious faces, souls and the beautiful people

dissapear