Black is White – Day XXII – NaPoWriMo 2014

I see things that aren’t there                                                           Amidst the shadows
Hidden within your very stare                                                                     There is light
You may not see                                                                      For those who are ready
Past your own hair                                                                              To stand and fight
But I see those things                                                              Never falter, never shake
That aren’t there                                                                      For your very soul’s sake

Madmen speaking heresies                                                                    But never easy
That’s what they called those that did see                                                     Is the road
The things that were                                                                        It is full of hardships
But couldn’t be                                                                                 Stocked with woes
Just because                                                         But if you are strong, you’ll succeed
Their minds were free                                   And reap reward for the blood you bleed

An outsider, maybe, to some                                                                            Open up
Is what, perhaps, you will become                                                   Your fastened eyes
If you refuse                                                                                         And see the truth
To keep mum                                                                                              In its demise
In front of doubters                                           Twisted by those that were to protect it
Who, your way, come                                   But in its name, they went and wrecked it

But this is the price we pay                                                                          Break away
To see not what is, but what may                                          Their shackles and chains
To say we saw                                                                                   And we shall build
That glorious day                                                                              From what remains
When none were blind                                                           A new hope. A new world
To the sun’s rays                                        Where black and white, is a lot less blurred

And thought sometimes I may be scared                                                          Only you
To face those who cannot bare                                                                  And I remain
To see one                                                                                             To fight this fight
Whose sight is rare                                                                               So we must train
I am free                                                                    The day comes, and it comes fast
So I do not care                                                                  When we will be, free at last

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