The Grapevine Art & Soul Salon

Free me oh emotions.
Free me oh conscience.
Let me weep and cry.
Let my pen bleed for them
the oppressed and helpless.

Free me oh dear heart.
Let me become their tears
that the public sees.

Let me become the tattered rags
and the icy rage that surges up the veins.
Let me rekindle my fire.

Let me be oh dear tears.
I would flood the most rigid
and the palest of these faces.

Let me be their lost microphone.
Maybe tomorrow we'd be heard.
Maybe our cries would be over by tomorrow.
Maybe the government would turn their ears
toward the ground and look upon our faces
to hear us out and stitch our wounds.

Maybe tomorrow is alright.
Let our hopes still linger.
Let our tears stand still.
Let our pens bleed.

For pen is mightier than sword
mightier even than word.
Let me be oh tears
so I'd be seen by the public.
Let me be oh dear heart
so I can sympathize with friends and foes.