Clasped mind speak not, just sit back and follow.
Morph into known, one script to swallow.
Light coming down please catch me as I fall.
Burn up my soul, let the light paint the wall.
Freedom released, detain my difference.
Only one love, tell me who to reference?
I came to this land, a bringer of peace.
Fold to the power, they gave me a crease.
Anchored to smile is really a frown.
Break through their shadow, move not like they sound.
Refuse to trod like a sheep thru the snow.
A path of flame our chariots will glow!
Dark fog ascends as we conquer their quest.
Remember they came to bury our best.
Next time they silence the words that we speak,
Strike them much faster, actions less discreet.
“Child Soldier”, by Derrick Colter
