Can i amplify it so i can be a hero?
Should i change it so I'm not a left to right cero?
Should i turn it down and let it die?
Or should i use it one last time ?
It may not be perfect like many presume
It dies with the crossing of words, of a deadly perfume
Its source comes from within me
And it has a roar that helps many believe in.
Its purpose is not to only be heard
But to be read and even overheard
It lives broken like an old record
And it roams in a dead sector.
Will it ever be heard in Los Angeles?
Or will it die with the minor and the less?
Can it be heard in my favorite station in the radio?
Or will it be unwanted and let go?
Let it be the song of the hummingbirds
And be what you hear when reading my very own letters
It may be addressed in black and white
But in the darkest days brings somebody their needed light
Will it ever roam around the earth?
Be the joy of the new born in birth?
It has to be a sound to you
Like the future in which we have no clue
It is poetry's very own lover
The child of this earths mother
Hope with a little bit of tears
And new faith killing all your fears
Loneliness can quiet it down
And someones happiness can be its crown
It lurks in the beauty of day
And shines brighter than a suns ray
Will it stay in your mind forever?
And will it bend in time as your inspirational server?
Can it carry me to dreams almost forgotten?
Or will it kill all my rust and help me not be rotten?
I cant wait to hear my lovers
And hear the laughter of many others
As the sky is white and blue
Its help brings me back to a heart so real so true
As blue turns to red
And there are none in the streets
It hurts when theres nothing to be said
Like the final beatings of our heartbeats
This world is bleeding for nothing
Its hard to breath when theres not something
Can it be that the angels sing in heaven above?
Or the voices of writers that ask for more than just mere love.
You have said this before my dear readers.
Don't forget to be yourself till the end.
Believe to hope, always...