The cries rising in the dark are ours;
The shadows of the world, ours;
The monsters that haunt us, ours.
We bought our own damnation –
In a ray of light
(Martyr’s delight)
I am writing a life
For a woman who dies
Over and over again
Her fate a blood-stained
Iron cage — no.
I want to write a life
For the unchained.
Write the sky
When the stars are high
Write the plight
When the past is a lie
And live in freedom,
Free to walk the earth again,
Free to meet, smile, grow
Beyond a screen, plain.
Beyond slaving, go.
We can live free –
If only we had the idea,
If only we knew how —
