I do not want to sit in this box. I see so many people every day but all I see is their shell.
I am going in a different direction but how do I get them to notice? how do I get them
to turn with me? Do I just keep walking, or do I stop a scream? Would anyone hear
my cry? Everyone believes the lie. We celebrate the wrong and torture the right.
How many words that fill up a song do we actually hear and contemplate? He has
heard my cry, but will you? Lies surrounded me, but I was broken free. Won't you listen
before He comes for me? We are not nearing the end, but the beginning.