You may not realize now as the walls are closing in
that you are not alone; that one day you will rise
letting go is the hardest part, remaining passive
to all of those sounds; someday you will get better
You will get stronger through all of this disorder
and pick up that seashell to see what's written within
"love never fails" in permanent pen is the divine sign
that turns the voices in your head into prophetic advice
You'll leave the ground as you vow to realize destiny
a rage you held inside will start to melt into song
You were not wrong, you were fairly accurate as those
dreams of the future will slowly manifest before your eyes
you'll find serenity within a holy ghost and conquer
the world's demise, circling infinity.
She saw a figure fall before her in the theaters of time
in endless azure acres, her dreams seized on sublime,
they cross the colored picket-fences; an opaque abalone
In the darkness she was closer, God.
His words made, close worn.
She'll stare upon a point,
up in that robin egg blue sky;
fires burn and tables turn,
but the truth we shall decry;
and the road to promise is clear
as slavery is close to nigh.
I stare into the crescent half ,
that lunatic; they called, divine
who traced a northern constellation
across a freckled night; but John Brown
wasn't black enough to die
so that the ashes of our future were not
brave enough to lie.
To her father, she is still there, she is waiting
between despair, hope and freedom, but for
the arms of the orphan girl in hers
the world is watching; this is our land
this is your land, this is also mine.
the robin is perched on a fence post
with her dreams that painted the sky
as the orphan girl can hear a song
hummed across civilization; a constellation
of lights, surpass the twisted wire; sown
by fervent threads of inspiration.
She swears she can still hear her singing that calm
melody that carried them across the winds, set sail to liberty
from now and then to a far off new tomorrow
like ashes scattered over the hill,
was the voice of Emmett Louis Till;
to the orphan in the fields of indigo; love born within
their marrow, life sprung within their bones.