A World of Truth

Bound by silence, my mind a cell.

Blinded, deafened- can't hear the bell.

The bell that sounds freedom to speak

My blinded eyes struggle to peak

Into the land of harmony-

A place where darkness cannot be.


For spoken word brings to the light

The whispered wrongs hidden by night.

So when I speak what I believe,

I see the world I can retrieve.

A world of goodness and knowledge;

A world with truth at every edge.


It's in this world I wish to live,

And so I write the truth I give.


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