Bars forged by lessons, welded with repetition.
Books whisper truths, their pages stacking into walls.
Keys hide in corners, their rattle unheard.
We are prisoners, too well-taught to escape.
Books whisper truths, their pages stacking into walls.
Keys hide in corners, their rattle unheard.
We are prisoners, too well-taught to escape.
A world threadbare, yet love can flare.
The ripples share, in waters rare,
A kindness where no hearts despair.
Each tender prayer, a guiding heir,
To light the air, a hope we wear.
And be what’ll be.
The more I flee,
The less I see.
Through mist and gleam,
Each step a dream.
A light, a stream,
The end supreme.
Frenzied flutters, fleeting and forlorn.
Sow with purpose, for seconds don’t wait;
Misused youth seals an unyielding fate.