To Be Heard
Why I write That is the question isn’t it? Why do rhymes and songs of verbs and the paintings of words consume my spirit? To be the sustenance of my soul and the beatings of my heart? As my tears cry in poetry And my fears sung through melody Can I tell you my story? Set your eyes upon the mountain tops And let your heart search the depths of the valleys In all the four corners of the earth and in all the cities What do you see? There is a girl hiding alone in darkness A boy whose self-identity deems worthless A woman running from her past A man fearing his future to not last Children uncared for People caught in the downpour Where is their voice? Crying out to be heard in the wilderness This is a broken generation We all need salvation To bind our hearts together as one And to hear our songs well sung We sing of love We sing of hope We sing of heartache, dreams, and fears We sing our prayers up and above And yet, do we even k...