One by one
The gates flung open and one by one they move out of the lion’s den and embrace their newfound friends. I pause a while to work up a smile to please the people around me, but each time I fake the smile my heart is telling a lie. I have to be true to who I am for there is no middleman. There is a multitude of deceiver around me and often times my soul betrays me, but I take it in good grace and get ready to run the big race.
My heart is running a marathon along the street and the heaven is listening to my spirit weep, a negative bug has entered the space and it has d a bit of confusion all over the place, my foot is swollen at the Achilles tendon, the instep and the bridge, but I am running and I have almost complete the task that will lead me out of the dark.
It is the challenge that I have to bear for no one seems to care; the joy of yesterday has caused my heart to go astray. There’s courage in the tides for it brings my soul alive. I am alive in the clouds, I am alive in the sun, I am alive in the wind and sometimes I cannot keep still. My spirit is alive in the moon and sometimes it moves with the stars and when the snow comes down the rain melts it down to the ground.
I choose this day to pen this verse to you, for you to understand what the universe wants you to do; you must get me back on my path so that I can move far away from the dark. I cannot do it alone for I need a stable home and people that cares when I am working hard over here. Follow the line and you will get there on time, follow the line and universe will be thine.
One by one they came out, one by one they start to shout, one by they reveal what is on their heart, one by one they escape from the dark. They all line up on the field, screaming and shouting with zeal, the heaven above opens and mother earth appease their cries.
One by one they board the bus, one by one they start to trust, expressing how they feel while they march to the square waving big flags in the air. It is the part of you that is buried in the dungeon, and it comes alive when you celebrate with great pride.
One by one life takes on new meaning, one by one they cultivate new feeling, one by one they march out of hell and one by one their household was fed, one by one they march out of town and one by one the return to their foreign homes.
One by one they found each other
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