To Be Now
A picture paints a thousand words of this dichotomy:
We breathe tradition until it hurts nobody but me.
Why won't you listen to the voice calling;
To tear down walls that keep us all sheltered?
One day we'll be a reflection of truth
so I pray for the strength to be now
A foolish heart seeks only praise and I want not part of this.
I would take your place if I could be somewhere outside of this.
Without a reason you stand here stalling;
Afraid to lose what you hold dear, it's saddening.