O Words

Oh cry out sweet and gentle voice.
That the wind may carry your words
That an ear may hear
And bring to bear the stirring within

Oh waiting storm that longsuffering may hold you
O torn flesh and persecution
To wish upon a dream that they may see
The key they turned from
To grasp that last piece of life
That will soon be

Oh quiet the hums and glares
That my life may be
That which you would wish it to be
To leave would mean death
For a world that holds itself so high

Oh to stand one second within footprints
Footprints that got me here
For the time it calls
It never ceases
A last gasp from captivity
Until soon freedom comes

O words that they may not leave one behind
Oh Death your cold grip reaches past eternity
To a lost mass… oh that they would hear
O words