My heart bleeds at his words
The lack of identity and the search for dignity
The plea for help and the pain of rejection
A nameless person with his arms cut off
An unknown past parallels a future
His eyes fly past the camp
Is there hope out there?
The clock ticks, years go by, and he's still here
Imprisoned by tangible words
Words spoken by abusers of authority
That now live in palaces
And have not measured the power of their words
And he waits, waits for them
To break the bars and let him free
A premature death awakes his dreams
As his heart cries and his eyes focus
An awkward smile and embarrassed eyes
Seal the conversation
Yet no conclusion is made
And no words can express
What his eyes did
What my soul heard
And what will resonate forever
