Silent, they sat, inside his head
Each huddled against the next
Set us free, they faintly said,
Quelled by the lives that they led.
They looked for hope in a thousand faces
On crowded streets, in deserted places
They painted pictures only they could see
A world where they had not ceased to be.
Like fireflies trying to reach for the stars
They strained to be heard
Like weary clocks among soulless hours
We’re waiting – they whispered.
Give us light, we’re your words
In a mute and shadowed land
But we live long, quiet and strong
We live brave, taking a stand.
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