I am trying to see now,
is anyone home?
is anyone home?
A face like a stone,
I am looking into your eyes,
I am looking into your eyes,
and I see stormy skies,
how can I break
down those lies?
down those lies?
I see beyond your walls
and hear a dying pulse
from the poison
of a hope that’s false,
of a hope that’s false,
your panic sends out calls,
but the echo is lost,
too many boundaries
crossed.
crossed.
I try to stand here and knock
but the door is yours to unlock,
I know I seem like an outsider
but it’s the same battle
and I am a fighter
and I am a fighter
I want to make
your burden lighter
your burden lighter
but life is on a timer
it is your map
to decipher.
to decipher.
Find the pathway through,
that’s what I am here to do.
So let me in, let’s begin
I am no salesman
but I traverse
the world within.
the world within.
Breaking the silence is hard,
but if you open what is barred,
and drop your guard,
I have the missing part,
inside the place of hurt.
You see you define my art,
sink below the surface
and let us find a
deeper heart.
Luke.19:10/Rev.3:20
(Inspired by a specific prison in Paraguay
where most of the men were like phantoms
of a life that once was living)
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