Thursday, June 28, 2007
I have a dream,
of famous words and free birds,
Sitting under a tree and just being me.
Nobody faces identical hardships
and nobody has the same situation with the same people and
problems with the same personality.
Underneath everythings different, seeing the suface betrays sight,
It's a lie.
Below the placid sea a devoted entry struggling,
crushed in spirit.
The eyes cry dry tears of a lost cause,
The body moves on after the heart has been beaten,
For Freedom, For Justice. I write to show,
so you can see, hear me now,
No single person is the same as another,
But no burden is heavy if everyone lifts.