Little child looking for comfort, finds a fist and a word to the wise.
Voice is silenced and vision is skewed, seeds of struggle are planted.
Flame still burns but ignition is hidden (safe and sound and quiet inside);
adolescence gives way to addiction, voice is silenced and vision is skewed.
Too many names and too many beatings, no one to run to for cover;
flame still flickers but it's hidden, adulthood arrives to addiction,
voice is silenced and vision is skewed.
Society has no protection against the weary or weak;
politicians are drug dealers in suits, and good leaders are killed for their skin,
voice is silenced and vision is skewed.
Flame begins to brighten, and the fist gives way to a hug,
never alone now, for years it's been a labor of love.
Silence gains a vision, and a voice says 'hello' to the day.
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