he said
said he
seeking to matter
and to be free
we are all looking for some Peace
before it all begins to cease
when the shouting grows too loud
and you're lost inside a crowd
you can't breathe and start to drown
as the shields come crashing down:
there are policemen in a boat
standing tall to stay afloat
they have paddles and iron shoes
guaranteed to fit and to watch you lose
and you see it with your own eyes,
hear the children and their cries
you begin to wonder with a fresh face
but you'll need to check your natural-born race
at the door there is a lock
inside a ticking clock
telling you to walk around the block
check your pulse, check your heart
does it need an emotional restart?
you can't find your soul in the dark
but there's a flicker and a spark
don't make yourself an easy mark
there'll be no falling on your sword
for a screaming overlord
and if the goal seems much too high
reach up and simply touch the sky
while still alive but before you die
he said
said he
seeking to matter
and to be free
we are all looking for some Peace
before it all begins to cease.
I use words to deepen my observations. All of the following works are © copyrighted. They are the intellectual property of Greg Hoover. If you or anyone you know is interested in licensing one or more written works for use in a compilation, as lyrics in a musical work, synced to video, or some other use, feel free to contact me about an arrangement. But if not, assuming you are curious and literate, simply reading for pleasure is encouraged.
Cotopaxi, Ecuador (summer 2012)
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