Our Minds

We will forever be carrying the lamp of redemption On top of the high seas we utter in silence That we are the misers the lepers of instinct We sit through the words of the beaten the battered The movement will cry out that we have forsaken The burdens of culture in structure we cry out We shall listen to those that are thrown in the deep end We always will be but never to be uttered Our hearts will be born from the minds of shattered Forgotten we are through the sound of an echo So let me be brief be more truthful than white light You will only see us when you have your eyes closed We will never be more than what we are in pages In stages of if, when and then the conclusion To serve is a cause never to be repeated And let us be frank we will never be seated Glory to those that have been solely structured It matters to them that we look to the learned Compounded we are but never to be bounded Yet grounded we be through the minds of the founders By Athi godlo