If only you woke upon that final day
Woes and sorrows never been more astray

You send a prayer to who you love so
And the day that you're gone, they all will know

Picked a flower, raining petals through the yard
Each one a thought you can't discard

And when you're leaving, in place of someone's birth
Your final memories will rest here on your earth

These shackles bind me
Hot metal
Oozing like liquid
Down my wrist

Blood is burning
My scratches have not yet
Seen the light
For down here, it's eternal

Living under a boulder
Trapped in these echo chambers
Hopes were vanquished
Many years ago

The scars keep reopening
Dark chains seeping
Through my skin
Never to be healed

It's a mark
A sign
Another treacherous reminder
That Freedom is not free

At least... It's not for me

The puppet said to the sun,
“Never shine upon me.”
And then it said to the clouds,
“Do not hide me from the light.”
And then it gnashed its teeth at the sky, saying,
“I never asked to be seen
I never asked to be hidden
I only asked to be free.”

Hatred with violence
And the fear within.
Freedom from distress,
Tranquility lingering.

Only fairness,
A state of harmony.
Presence of justice -
A true symphony.

Peace is not a treaty.
It's the truth.

i saw a girl who was hurting
he saw a girl who was crazy

you only ever call --
when she doesn't answer
to your pleas.
i pick up anyway,
just to hear
a voice --
one that won't
choose me.