IMAGINE

Screaming.

Thats all I hear.

Everyday.

Every night.

Screaming for the loss of the soldiers. Screaming for the loss of a home. Screaming for the loss of the freedom. Screaming for the end of the war.

Then silence.

For the whole world has gone quiet.

And the screams have been silenced.

Disregarded and Forgotten.

To all but one.

For the silence grew the ember in my soul and formed the rebel I became. To the fighter I must become. For the future balance of our world rests on my shoulders.

For I am the line in between distruction and peace. The light to the darkness. And I will listen to the cries not spoken from the mouth but from the heart, and I will bring back the light for all to see. Though we may be silenced our cries of rebelion will be heard. For all one must do is simply imagine.