In a time when we are quiet, the bravest one speaks
In a time that we call perfect, we may never learn more drought.
In a time when we are quiet, we listen to those who shout.
“Happiness, Peace, Freedom for all”
We hear them, but that doesn’t mean we are heard.
We see them but that doesn’t mean we are seen.
We listen to them, but we aren’t listened to.
We fix the world even though it's not us who are acquitted.
A time when we are quiet is a time that we should speak.
Two paths that become one.
Two stories that burst into thousands of pieces.
Two ideas that clash, but integrate
Love and hate have always been acquainted as two opposites
But in reality, they are the same thing
Same love, the same hate
Two, but one
Love, but hate
Fighting but staying quiet,
Peace.
How can we dream when we can’t even see ahead.
How can we be free when we don’t know freedom?
How are we supposed to live when we don’t know what is it like to be living
When our successes ride on the backs of others, why must we be so quiet?
When our paths are cut, so others are paved
We rebel like past generations,
We fight for our children,
We will not be quiet till we face change,
But before we do, we have to dream.
We think of time as never-ending,
Time keeps going,
But when we grow older we realize that time is slowing down,
That when we try to grasp our memories, but sometimes they slip
Eventually, the memories start slipping, they start twirling around us
Until we have to let go, let the memories slip through our hands,
That’s when we realize that time isn’t forever,
Just a placement word for what could be,
What we can do,
Time
A word that ends but is endless,
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