This Is The SoundThis is the sound of the warrior.
Ready at any moment to die for the cause
Waiting at the brink of the world
To rejoin their fallen comrades.
This is the sound of the fallen angel
Struggling to reclaim her innocence
from the man that left her at the intersection of indecision and terror
This is the sound of the hero
Head held high, and her heart held even higher
Not afraid to betray for the sake of love and the friendship she knew she was saving
When she recognized a cry for help disguised as a faltering steel exterior
This is the sound of the teacher
Who returned to me everything I swore I had lost
so far beyond any reach of my imagination.
This is the sound of aspiration
Reaching light years past the edge of this universe and the next
Calling our names a while sunlight radiates through every orafice of our defiant atmosphere.
This is the sound of changing wind.
Birds wings flapping furiously to fight the tirade
shifting at the edge of the world.
This is the sound of barriers breaking
Its glass flying from ocean seeking a home worthy of an acceptable benediction.
This is the sound of lines being crossed
Inch by inch, step by step, person by person
This is the sound of revolution.