The spirits' cry is a forsaken sound,
Recalling the ail of a broken life.
Suffering are souls from the burdens' strife,
When emotions hide behind flesh confound.
Woe greets the courage that's forever bound,
Speculating a time when strength was rife.
Once a spirit of light, now shadows' knife;
Cuts the silence inside that is profound.
But a wailing soul can retreat and heal,
When mans' humbled pride understands its grief.
Slumbering lives shall overcloud in brief,
The true vision drowned in a hearts' appeal.
Flightless spirits rest on wings of relief,
While freedom lies in the cries we reveal
