Those thoughts and feelings come to mind, and I can't bring back those troubled times. these fears, and tears, I always try, but there's no time to memorize; to cry, to pray, now that's the way. to give it up, to let you down, I pray, I shout but there's no sound. I try to rhyme, to chime, but there's no time, to make you realize, that what's inside, is so much more than the tears you cry; so give it up for those who dance, for those who die, for those who are ready to take a stand, for those who make that battle cry. There's more to say, than just obey, but you will learn that anyway. If you stand up, you make me proud, then I will rise; go make your sound.
July 2, 2011