When it comes time for guidance
Will all the stars shine bright?
And if they flicker undecidedly
Will we stay the night?
We will.
When it comes time for mercy
Will Mother earth forgive?
And if she forgets how to be
Will we still choose to live?
We will.
When the time has come for glory
Will the faithful hear our cry?
And even if they cannot hear us
Without us, will they rise?
They will.
They will.
into the starry night i fly
with wings i made of embers
shooting into the sky so high
the earth becomes a foreign
sailing between the breaths of wind
feeling at ease for a while
finally leaving it all behind
or dreaming another night sober
We have stumbled long enough
tripped by imaginary chains in our minds.
We’ve marched proudly in the rut
burying our fears in our confusion and lies.
Our bones have ached for long enough
longing to break free from this shrunken hide.
But my friends the time has come
to break these shackles and dance for our lives.
to let the holy spirit move you
to believe in something timeless.
to trade in your fear for virtue
know the darkness is behind us.
to know that you are powerful
to let your faith in life reside
in the beauty that surrounds you.
Look around with open eyes.
you are the most amazing creature
now awaken to your dreams.
Leave behind the bitter chorus
fight the emptiness with glee.
Change the world before us
and let others see your lead.
Let them see you dance so joyous
remind them what it means to be.
teach yourself to dance again
teach yourself to be free.
Believe that you were meant for more.
Always dance and love and dream.
Open your eyes and see the world
the world you want to see.
Open you mind and make the world
make the world your dream.
Open your heart and feel the world
feel everything you need.
The magic is within us
all we have to do is Believe.
What a bitter spoon of honey
what a sweet bit of pain
like the ones that came before us
all the ones without a name
like a fire in a forest
then a hollow in a grave
once a throat infected chorus
singing misery and shame
once a sea of empty vessels
sailing blindly in the night
once an army of destruction
now a panoply of lights
what a bitter spoon of honey
what a sweet bit of pain
they say that life is but a journey
and i’d have to say the same.
there’s a ghost outside my window
she’s calling out to me
i hear her crying
her spirit is dying
she doesn’t know what to believe.
there’s a ghost outside my window
i can hear her mocking me
she cackles so loudly
she rages so proudly
she rattles the faith within me.
there’s a ghost outside my window
she’s staring back at me
I can see in her eyes
all the tears she has cried
why won’t she say something?
I said goodbye to the ghost in my mirror.
Together we found her the light.
Now that she knows the way
She’s no longer afraid.
She’s no longer a slave to the night.
I walked in a line with a gun by my side.
I looked wherever they told me.
I repeated their words.
I inflicted their hurts.
Til the day something broke from within me.
I lied at the bottom of a stale broken heart.
My stare became vacant and fried.
Silent was I
So confused though I tried
Til the day that I heard the voice calling.
I burned at the stake then I danced in the fire.
I saw what I wanted to see.
I battled the rage
So consumed with the pain
Til the day that I stopped thinking of me.
We walk in the light without fear of the night.
We create the world we want to see.
We tell our stories
To speak of the glory
We know that the second is coming.
I know the devil is real,
seen him smirk behind cold, vacant eyes.
Pleaded for mercy,
confused never knowing,
my loved one was trapped deep inside.
I know the devil is real,
seen her face in the harsh, fluorescent light.
Tasted her hate,
while I danced with her rage,
proud of the pain left behind.
So I know the devil is real.
Cause the devil exists in us all.
But now that I’ve seen her,
I know how to beat her.
No longer a lost devil’s pawn.
Bring your broken Children, the ones you don’t understand.
You take away their pens because they write with the other hand.
Bring your broken Children, the ones you try to change.
You reject their love because they love ones of the same.
Bring your broken Children, the ones you call disabled.
You tell them they’re wrong because you can’t see how able.
Bring your broken Children, the ones you say are strange.
You don’t speak their language so you tell them to behave.
Bring your broken Children, the ones with secret friends.
You tell them their reality is only in their head.
Bring your broken Children, the ones that have opinions.
You call them defiant because you don’t know how to listen.
Bring your broken Children, the ones you call disturbed.
You’ll never understand why they feel so estranged on this strange Earth.
Bring your broken Children, the ones that you call Sad.
You’re too obtuse to realize the wonders that you have!
Bring us your gifted Children. We will never try to fix them.
Instead we’ll help them see how being different is a blessing.
The Battle Cry of a Wild Thing: Three Simple Truths.
You’ve adorned the walls that box you in, become accustomed to your cage.
But we’ll defy the chains that shackle us, only shattered bits of shallow images will remain.
You won’t see the flying dragons, you won’t hear the sirens’ wails.
We will dance around their firey breath, their songs will fill our sails.
You won’t taste the crystal river, you’ve forgotten how to thirst.
We will waste away before we let them spoon-feed us your curse.
No, you will never be like us, because you don’t want to be.
You will choose to pay the warden,
We will never sell our free.
A wild thing runs into the fire, knowing death is sure,
Yet it runs even faster, its purpose only pure.
It runs into the fire, it searches for the lights.
Those still left with beating hearts. Spirits worth the worthy fight.
It runs blindly without caution. Or fear for what will come.
We run because we HEAR their cries and we cannot be numb.
A wild thing never balances, calculates, or considers fate.
We wildly run, with the freedom of burning proudly in the flames.
We do not fear mortality, we did not come to win the fight.
We are the never-ending soldiers fighting emptiness with light.
We ARE the wall that will not fall, you will shudder at our might.
We’ve traveled a treacherous way to be here today, to be honored to stand and unite.
All we wanted was a purpose. To understand why we felt mal-aligned.
Suddenly wakened by your callous, gifted with consciousness, waiting for signs.
A soft cry became a chorus. Voices screaming in the night.
No longer mystery before us, we have finally found our right.
We rejoice to wear our shields of love. We’ve waited all our lives.
We know no fear, now finally here. Foot soldiers of the light.
Our voices though will echoe, our fires will inflame.
Battle cries to stir more wild things.
They will come to join our ranks.
You can never catch a wild thing. No, you will never cage my soul.
I’ll smile at you through bloodied lips, thankful that I know.
You may take away my body. Ha. But I am not the flesh you see.
You have tried to break my spirit, but instead you set me free.
It was you that made me see the walls, the dragons, and the slaves.
It was you that lit the fire. You that burnt me at the stake.
You thought that you could break me, make me easier to sway.
So I will take this time to thank you.
You took everything away from me, all the trappings of the cage.
Now I see the price of illusion, and I refuse to pay.
You can have your false stability, but I won’t sell my voice.
You refuse to see the suffering, for us it’s not a choice.
You’re so afraid of wild things. Of a thing that can’t be bought.
You may tell us what to think, and see, and feel, but we will not.
You simply cannot understand a wild thing, you keep breaking us, making us saved.
Now I see a sea of a glittering wild things, fearless knowing we’ll always be free.
Typing in Tongues 