Who stops asking why until they’re forced to try. Who twists the truth of a passionate cry. Who makes the rules that disguise need as necessity. Who deflates ideals in the name of ease. Who questions chaos with arrogant brevity. When the sweep of life passes by, who pays attention to what they see? Who hears the cry of a silenced mother. Who stands with the persecuted daughter. Who answers the man when need breaks through pride. Who allows the child to keep dreaming. When the

A sudden encounter springs into happy hugs and tears of relief Quickly moves into something deeper He tells me prison has been his keeper This war of times is more like a silent sweeper   Come my dear I’ll offer celebration over sorrows   None of it ever comes easy So used to loss A constant state of alteration Identity grows stronger A partial change Not distinctly different from what he was yesterday   Hey you, when you feel detached Tap the dreams that need to be Don’t let