Your a whisper inside a scream; a lone wolf howling at the moon.
Just another murmur in a sea of noise.
What you have to say… nobody cares, little understand. Not single word.
No one is really heard.
So stop working your lips; let loose no more of words and phrases.
For time is little and so are the praises.
When you find that the rage and flame die out, who is to blame?
Was it yours for talking and not walking?
Or was is theirs to claim?
When the ashes fall and flutter, there still lies a solution.
Care to start the revolution?
Live by what you believe in or die trying to find it.
© 2011-J.B. Thomas