We are voices


We are voices
whispering, screaming.
Nameless voices,
crying out for love.
Listlessly, relentlessly,
dexterously climbing,
treading the surface,
wanting the outpour.
Breathe on us...
we cry at night.
Heal our land,
we face our fright.
We are the voices
whispering, dying,
treading the surface.
Breathe on us...
we cry, we cry.


Copyright 2003 by pauly hart