Growth

Nightime falls, and so many are left to their thoughts.

Broken backs and dreams, shattered hopes and distant wishes.

The stars bear witness to those who tried and those who didn't.

As time wafts through the fabric of our being, we are given the seeds of change.



He sits there dreaming, living in his aspirations.

A prisoner of his ideals. His serial number that of his experiences.

His number defines him and is his treasure, yet the guards notice not.

They too carry numbers they value, and yet it is all the same.



Though he is free to wander cells they do not change from room to room.

Every hallway a blur, every wall grey, every door a maze...



Life began so simple, and so quickly things changed.

Fundamental values defined us, and love was what we learned,

And as fast as we grew certain things existed not.

They melted and flew and we remained alone.

Cast in darkness, burned in greed, we forgot the most important thing of all.

We forgot the value of togetherness, that only love and forgiveness can install.



A time in every life when it must return as it came,

A time in every journey when a path must be chosen.

A time for every prisoner to take the path to their redemption,

A time for every seed to grow upwards to a better invention.



Though he was marked, it was for no crime.

He was born this way, and many like him subscribed the same path.

Though they all travel in the same direction

The burdens they carry, warrant different afflictions.



To some a face, a name, or a word, can say it all.

In terms of reference, ideas, values, configurations overall.

This selfish greed of living cannot suffice.

How can you breathe when the air is plugged with vice?!



You hate and you choose

Those who win and those who lose.

You scream and you fight

When those who are lost need only light.



Rules, red lines, values, frustrations,

Races, religions equal emancipations.

Your wrong...

Where did we forget the most important thing of all?

What was given to humanity, the universal key?

HIS light to you, and to me.



I will not carry on in your fights and argumentations,

I will not lift my finger nor let loose my tongue

I admit I do not understand, nor do I want to.

If it means that I must aide in making the world blind and hungry.



He sat there and listened, to the most beautiful song,

It came from inside of him, loud, pure and strong.

His guards remained watching, they tried what they might.

They tried to hurt him - flesh, soul, and sight.



Him being imperfect was the perfect gift.

And he would guard them no more as they guarded him.

They key to this prison was simple and pure.

Embracing himself was the cure.



In living for others a higher price was to be gained,

No more blasphemy, universal love was what remained.

Though all the guards and their voices rose around him,

He served them all, through not serving them at all.



To start a new life connected with the old,

It was a move terrifying and bold.

The wager was on, and though the odds were good,

Only HIS light, can guide things to be where they should.