Take My Hand
A young soldier with knowledge and wisdom doomed by man.
It's possible I may never touch land.
How could you let a voice of such substance go unheard,
left to be forgotten and others just don't understand.
To the masses I am needed just as a beach needs another grain of sand.
Here I spend my wasted days,
when I could contribute so much in complex ways.
No more blood, no more pain,
I want to embrace those with the capacity for greatness.
Lost in the streets with so much potential squandered on that which is not good.
If we could meet on a common ground, feed off one anothers knowledge,
we could overcome oppression and create one united hood.
We are one in a billion, but don't ever think we don't have a face,
we have the power to take our thoughts and give them voice,
but it's up to you to make that choice.
I am a soldier beaten and hurt,
but it's time to take a stand.
I'm reaching to the world,
but will you take my hand?
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