Our Beating Hearts

The search for a new beginning Is lost in prejudices of the past. A civil war is fought, a nation torn apart, for what? A new hope, a new start That instead is once again lost and Becomes something that is reminisced on. Life becomes too comfortable, The past becomes the present- Simply because of tradition. A stand still, no true change. But then something comes along A movement, a journey forward that Fights the long awaited battle, And wins. An adventure worth taking, Is nothing more than people standing Tall, and understanding that the United States Had a greater story to unveil. It reminds the human race of Our beating hearts. That were made by the same God’s hands, Are what make liberty and freedom worth having. Equality becomes reality Opportunity is reachable The melting pot finally has land And rights to all within. There is still a conflict building Tradition is seeking its grasp On the hearts of many once lost souls Into believing that they can’t achieve greatness. Equality is not equal, unless the heart beats the same rhythm And currently the beat is off, there is still a disconnect. Is it a lack of comprehension?- That holds the separation between What some call black and white Or is it that there are blindfolds That don’t allow the spectrum Of color to fill their eyes. And yet, the possibilities are endless For what can be done in the years to come The future shines brightly Filled with the opportunities and dreams of all.