A poem telling about human folly and possible redemption, explained by....someone. Its up to your imagination who and what.
The whole world drifts on an aimless breeze.
If you walk on the ice you may just fall through
Don't stop, don't quit, just try to breathe
because you know that the others don't have a clue.
They see the light but refuse to come
They know the truth but ignore the signs
They feel our touch but do not take our hand.
People love to delude themselves, my dear
Its just part of who they are
but if they could only see what is truly an illusion
They would surely go so far
Creatures of habit roam this fallen world
creatures of malice and hate
but they can also be creatures of love
the moment they see their fate
Why am I explaining this to you?
Because I used to be one of them too
The only difference between the foolish ones and me
is that I myself chose to be free
Bound by chains, my dear.
They're bound by their own heavy chains.
And the oppression of others
the possession of fear.
But could they sprout their wings and fly?
Yes, but only if they TRY!
Its simple really, such an easy thing to understand
life for many could be so grand
Free will and consequence, bravery and doubt
all has its role in their broken land.
So don't weep, my dear, there is still hope yet
it isn't a lost cause, show no regret
we can anchor these lost birds and show them the way
so that peace to all will finally stay.
But it wont be easy
I never said that.
Remember when they thought the Earth was flat?
See, this is just like that
The violence and tyranny must come to an end
but you already know this, friend.
So let us help them to help themselves
before everything collapses...breaks....dies.