Holy eyes, lift up...
Can you see?
The need
The raw, unfettered need
For things with which to save us here
Dying, striving...
Against the power that rapes us
Of our ability
To raise our heavy heads and hearts
Look not with pity upon me,
They cry it all the same
For we are real like you.
A whisper; a cry, it fades
Into a wild embrace,
For what we fight against becomes
The only family we know
Do not rebuke joy in me,
Shame not another smile...
For seldom have I met this before
As we clear the self-righteous phlegm,
From raspy, choked up voices
Songs they cackle from their throats
To manipulate us to lay down
The freedom we've sorely known
And the war, it rages all around
A war of will and power.
And what was covered in the process
Was a single pure thing I witnessed
A young girl's deep-seated giggle...
Between the bombs that fell
She skipped across the mine field
Detonated with their skill
The skill they honed with children's bones
And hate, and pain, and war.
And when the click sounds,
She doesn't know to fear...
Oh, ransom me off as orphaned, she cries
For it's really all the same,
The streets and faces of faraway places
Of wealthy and impoverished waste
In all her 9-year-old wisdom
She knows she bleeds the same.
But the bombs have not touched me until today
And I've always wanted to fly.
Fly away...
Fly away, fly
I'd like to be a part of that beauty up there
She points...
Away from all the soldiers pestering me
With their guns that shoot darkness in red
Enforcing me to obey a foreign theory,
Manipulating me with disguised kindness
And false concern
When no one cried at that boy who was crushed
The other day,
Crushed beneath the weight of your appraisal,
Beneath the opinions you hold in tanks,
So, now I've crossed the line they drew,
To dance in this open field...
And I think I'd like to fly today,
And make my home up there.
Click.