sing out...

sing out...sing the song that is you and sing loud...fleeting is the desire to be, yet be you must...be real, be you...i am aching inside...i watch the world around me, i watch my brothers and sisters lay to waste their sacredness, i mourn the unnecessary angst...hatred borne from fear...fear of what? how can we be so afraid of each other? we walk this world as though our stories are real...we carry our scripts to hide our faces so that we can fade away into nothingness...never living, never honoring ourselves, much less each other...yet, and i strive to be as they, there are those individuals who raise their eyes and look deep into the facade...they strip away the mask and lovingly reach out to any and all...there is no one beneath them...they, these wise souls, have seen the light and live out their lives extending the mirror to the world around them...the light they have seen, it is not in some long lost story...it is not in some unreachable corner of the world hidden as though a treasure to be sought far and wide for...no...this light though hidden it would seem is just within reach...it is within...look into this light, i ask thee, my fellow lost soul, look into this light and rest your Spirit...let your light shine...shine bright, let your voice be heard and sing loud, reach out and take hold of each other...only then will freedom's lost place in this world be found...