My Wings.

our freedom, our religion, our race, our time, our way, our space, the angry won't look into your eyes to see, the hurt wont say it out loud, even the happy hide it behind a smile, it's the frustration that follows not only you but me, politically correct, society's neglect, how people reflect, judgments already set , opened pages of the news as we justify all the wrong doings, never willing to say the truth just take a side of the one before you' wrong are right you wouldn't want them to think your that way, on one side are the other it's just business as usual, (hiding you wings,) close your eyes and just say it, if our world was truly blind would there be so much hate, blind to the truth as we are today we see yet we fear taking that one last step, then as we walk away we say we should of said this,we should did that, our regret, as I write these words for any one of any place of any race, these are my wings, I fill sorry for all man kind, for no one sees the truth, no one looks into the eyes, no one justs sees a face, history noted in our minds, time shows us what they didn't find, now the presents is unkind, can we not repeat it, can we just cross all lines, show the children at our feet a new way, teach them the right thing to say, let them not pay for what we do today, these are my wings... this is who I portray