It flies to a point intangible to all
While spinning and twirling through the lives of many
Its power is endless, unconquerable, and irreplaceable
As it stands tall
Travelling through past and present,
Making its mark, at the speed of time
It proves to be innocent and guilty
and spreads its wings into neutrality
As the beholder of both pain and suffering
It’s also sole responsible for revival and healing
Dreams are what keep us afloat in the sea of life
and dreams are beholders of voices
they act as a window to our conscience
thus a voice rings in us all.