Muted Walls Poem by Drake Kinkaid

A fire behind the clouds will bring the heat of an untold tomorrow
Does a dream filled pillow hold something relavent in this tale from reality
Remaining untold I hear a voice of morality
But you choose to sleep inside these black muted walls
Unable to hear the beauty that calls
Sometimes it sings wordless through the rhythm of its softest rain
Can you feel it in your chest when your gifted a taste of real pain
Though you fix your eyes elsewhere; true assurance is at the foot of your feet..
And when you knock at the door you will see you were shown
Without hearing these words your life is worthless and south it is thrown
You had plenty of time to change the voice of your tone
One second or a million has no meaning when your traped under stones
Last words spoke...
'I lived a life to be blown'