Bound by silence, my mind a cell.
Blinded, deafened- can't hear the bell.
The bell that sounds freedom to speak
My blinded eyes struggle to peak
Into the land of harmony-
A place where darkness cannot be.
For spoken word brings to the light
The whispered wrongs hidden by night.
So when I speak what I believe,
I see the world I can retrieve.
A world of goodness and knowledge;
A world with truth at every edge.
It's in this world I wish to live,
And so I write the truth I give.