back to the beginning

the silence is breaking.
i am starting to hear.
all of the confusion and clutter
that once fogged my brain is thinning.
i gaze upon fimilar sights,
and i hear fimliar sounds,
oh the sweet sounds.
i was so bitter
so young, so ignorant.
blind.
crippled.
but now
i won't stop dancing, i won't stop singing
though the mountains are high
and the fall is long
it's not worth comprimise
freedom, is young and
short, it does not last.
at least not to the heart
though stones are heavy
and rivers divide
it does not matter
your ristrictions cant conform
and you words wont cut
we'll lay, forever.