at times commanding, and some pleading.
You hear a thousand echo what you said.
imprisoned by the world around;
you crave freedom from the invisible shackle and chain.
The suffering they had to endure!
You are concerned for their future and today.
The one of self, for your cause, to take the dive, to open eyes.
You take the plunge for what you believe is right.
In that moment you see your life, pass and fleet-
from your grip, makes you smile and then a cry.
There you hear a young boy’s heart, daring to dream,
There you hear a young man’s soul hard at toil, you smile.
no quill on paper, no master’s whip could hold you back.
Yet now bound in the hands of death, you cry.
As you open your eyes, for one last look at the peak,
you see another imbecile mounting your perch.
Singing your tunes to no audience, pleased with his own echo.