Speak

I can't help it but to feel Times wasting away. With me sitting here Without words to say; With everything to say. This little voice of mine With big things to portray, In such a loud place around. My cry's become grey. I become helpless in such a loud place. Limp and weak from the battle of defeat, I can't seem to stop these feet. They want to stay abound While my mind travels to space. Where there's not a sound, But the things that should be found. In such a simple way. By listening to not a sound, By listening to the things around, That, of what lets you sway. My heart screams for change, While my soul trembles out loud: There's not a thing I've found proud In this human race. There's not a thing I've found proud In this human race. Just a disgrace, A spit upon the face. We are what makes evil proud. I wish to turn away. But these eyes I've found, Can't hide these things. With me sitting here Without words to say; With everything to say. I'm lost in the crowd. So loud, Yet so far away. Like a whisper in the wind, I hear it through the trees; A moment of peace. As real as space. Something you just have to believe. More than what limits are in the sky. More than what meets the sea. Like a first kiss, It's found. Something I wish we could be proud, Love... Such a simple thing.