Wanted to be
My mind yells stay on the ground my heart screamed to fly my soul whisperer my calling oh why can't I see? why can't I hear? why can't I believe? I have this image me becoming everything I wanted to be to fight for silence to fight for the broken to fight for the lost but what is it to be.. when I become the silence become the broken become the lost when I become the one who needs to be fought for? do I flee? do I fight? what of the whispers my soul says to me?
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