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Singing at night in a tired voice aged from years of trying to speak but no choice than to sing to myself The sound now just a faint whisper in a harsh tone. The greatest stories ever told, never told. To tell takes an ear of which there are none. To sing takes a voice which has long gone. To live takes a life of respect and love, not a quiet game which resembles solitaire. Being dared to listen to the mute and speak to the deaf. I say it's not much of a dare when my language is love not war. For why would I listen to rants and raves about low class citizens, rats, and knaves just trying to get by. As much misunderstood as you and I and life. When the mute speak the truth and the deaf listen true, not to words or language, but love. True love. Waging war on our brothers blindly though the blind see more clearly than any general, generally. Etymology screwing with our minds forgetting our roots to a language which, over time, will be spoken all over. The same story repeating itself in all facets of life forgetting the roots of love, history, and the religion of the time like Christianity. Not that it's wrong or it lies but where's the spirituality? Lost souls searching for a reason to live when the reason's clear. Live for love and just hope to hear the mute mans voice and let the deaf man near to your heart. For we are all children of the earth being torn apart by crumbling visions of dreams long past, embracing our thoughts just knowing they'll last till the day we die-- an eternal dream forever stuck in a sigh. Swallow our pride and maybe, just maybe, life will cut us some slack. We're all in the struggle together to get our lives on track to where we want to be, though it's never enough due to this life of commodity. This misunderstood life we live is searching for answers within us while we look for answers in everyone else’s trust. We look for love that doesn't come. So we marry the songs and we marry the music. They define our lives and we find some truth in it. We find our rhythms and dance to our own beats. Little did we know that's the only way we can meet the lone persons who we know would never go and cheat us out of life or out of love