Words that are never heard seem to mean the most
Only because it is a reflection of life’s pivot on a scale of Hope emancipated by true Justice
Visions of unity assimilated by gladness is only a foundation of the competition and madness
Who knows what it holds in this web of existence as we walk frailly through the doorway of faith
Many times we fail to see truth simple because we’ve missed it
Other times the distractions of shadow games, blind thoughts, and misguided factions cause us to simply resist it
Yet amongst these actions, how can one define speaking louder than words?
Funny that all we’ve strived for still seems to end up scuffed and unheard
More burdens, no laughter…Another day, another chapter… through the rubble we maintain focus…in Life’s book
Only the wise will realize wishing and waiting does nothing
Is it the evil within ourselves that has scathed myopic views and trivial pursuits
Or perhaps it is our own darkness tucked away deep down in memories that we rebuke?