Ask me, "What will you change?"
The answer: Their hearts
For with its beat
is where it all starts-
The visual of the world
and all it's parts
Question, "What will you show them?"
I will show them heaven
Paint brush in hand
So that when they see the contrast on earth
They will understand
that staying still-
is not the only stance
That the faint at heart
...not timing a pirouetted dance
Just the golden mile up to freelance-
the colors that will unveil emotions to feel
the thoughts that emerge,
"If I can feel this-"
"It must be real!"
Traveling to their hearts will be quite the ordeal.
"Draw lines..." "For them to trace..."
"As to find themselves somehow."
"As though it were the lines-"
"On a strange but, familiar face".
Drawing lines that parallel
A vague yet, known place.
"How will we get there?"
We will walk the artful walk
Only to stumble across the idea of a heart
Perhaps, the he in heart is a we
it is my name who is me
One who gave answers to no questions
And conjured them up so subtlety.
Questions take time-
So, here's some to feel free...
At that moment-
when their hearts are filled with glee-
They will act with empathy-
they will have eternalized
an everlasting entity-
One main identity-
One rhythmic energy
One that does not use enmity
I will show them earth
stroke by stroke
How it can be-
is what I will invoke
To each heart: "Make know the unknown"
"Take a seat on your thrown"
Look around you-
"You are not alone"
We are in one world-
"It is our home"
"It is a loan"
...by a massive yet, personal undertone-
I will change their hearts
by illustartions of modulations
This understanding is where it starts
The beating of each individual-
and all its collective parts.