We write messages that brains refuse to read.
We create real pictures that eyes refuse to see.
We speak from silenced lips.
Because in empty spaces, we seek.
Our limbs are running numb.
We're running to seek the truth in hidden lies.
In darkness, we're intertwined with blanks.
Because what is is not for our lamps.
Many times we are voiceless.
Our words fall on deaf ears.
We also choke on our words.
Because we're crying from the top of the world.
But the heartbeat remains much louder.
We're marching and performing for one soldier.
Fear has crippled us, it's bolder.
Fear has dribbled us, it's older.
But the heartbeat remains much louder. We're marching and performing for one soldier. Fear has crippled us, it's bolder. Fear has dribbled us, it's older. So very true!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Precious poem, amazingly worded and proudly presented, most beautifully and aptly said and told! Thank yiou for sharing