How We Could Be Blog Archive on August 12, 2009, 8:00

by Stargazer, age 12

Up ahead are stormy skies
I see the hatred in your eyes
Fear turns violent, this isn’t me
Won’t somebody set me free?

Show me that you understand
And I can work quite well with man
Speak my language, be my friend
And my freedom I will lend

But try and get me to break
It’s my spirit you cannot take
Unable to flee, forced to fight
I may hurt you to keep my life

We could dodge those storm skies
But there’s still hatred in your eyes
Treat me right, can’t