Write a Way


United States
34° 16' 15.7368" N, 118° 36' 53.316" W

Pen in hand, I stand in a place of paved horizons
Legacies written on every street
Neon lights blinking to the beat
Of a rebel’s last stand and a hero’s lost cause
Of a nation suffering from hearing loss
Where discoveries lie dormant in the eyes of power
And the nonconforming fight for new life by the hour
So here I stand in the middle of it all
Watching those who ignore every tear that falls
Every hand that’s extended
Every breath that’s held
Every view apprehended
Every bomb and shell
And so the pen in my hand serves as the sword
And the nerve in my bones strike a chord in the chorus
And all our voices ring
And all our hands are mended
We’ll write a way to freedom
Just when they think our song has ended



It's like a manifesto! Fantastic!!

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