Sink or Swim
Caught in the fisherman’s net
I claw, kick, and scream loud
My voice does not come out
Around me, there is no sound
I watch the people around me
Their actions shatter worlds
I say too much, not enough
They won’t listen to me
I am not perfect in any way
We all have imperfect flaws
But no matter what I say
I am the one in the wrong
You know deep down
What’s right and wrong
Even if you hate me
Morality doesn’t change
You have so much hate
It has driven out love
I try to tell you this
But I have no voice
I stare at the vibrant sun
It’s oh-so far up and away
And I am caught in the net
Until I am thrown far, far
One day as I watched the injustices
A flying little birdy spoke to me
He told me to stop holding back
And so I opened my mouth
For the first time, words came out
For the first time, someone listened
The fisherman let go of the net
And now I am free to swim
I do not swim away
Instead I swim up
Towards the light
And you can too
We are all in this together
There’s only one way out
And that is to go through
With love instead of hate
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