To Life

We've been drawing lines in the sand for so long That its beginning to look like a blank page I wish I could write the world a letter And calm all the anger and fear and pain But all I have to give are awkward gestures of affection As I struggle to make sense of a life minus protection There's a hole in this vast media Where dark action fills the halls of fame And as we wait for the next moment of slaughter The air gets filled with nothing to proclaim We can cry at the endless mounds of fresh soil We can shout blindfolded with a mighty sword We can place plated lead in heated cauldrons We can march arm in arm down endless streets But in the broken minds of nefarious dreams Can we wake the living dead from their nightmares Long enough to end their evil reign Can we continue in this gladiatorial race Where the venues of life are in Flavian rule Each spectator is sport, each player a fool The future appears to be written with spilt blood As we wait in endless cycles of stories been told But today I'll write a simple refrain in the sand A declaration of hope from Lin-Manuel Miranda And if the sea erases my gesture I will write all the tomorrows with "And love is love is love is love is love is love is love is love; Cannot be killed or swept aside,"