Past.

A lost boy finds a lost girl
They influence each other and
Give a sense or direction.
He trips and falls.
The girl garbs his hand and falls too,
They avoid the sticks and stone,
Hurled at them to break their bones.
The boy grabs a hand hold, and holds fast.
He reaches for the girl,
She is falling alone.


Dripping from my lips hangs the words not spoken.
Too raw and harsh to be heard.
Frozen is the hand that writes of truth;
They are lies in any persons eyes.
We ask "How can we sleep while our beds are burning?"
I ask why do you light the fires.
Its easy for us to hear with our eyes wide open
But we struggle to cope when we are blind.
Don't fall for what they tell you,
Open your eyes and relies
That the secret lies within your mind.
The key to the answer is how we think.

I want to dance with the ace of spades,
I want to cry with the Queen.
I want to run with the KBL.
And i want to fly with men who refuse to make lemon-aid.
Its about being us because that's what they want.
I live for me, because i can.

Freedom isn't a right,
Its a gift.


FtW