Feb 8
A Voice Beyond the Script
Are we just ink on page old,
Written to act, to do as told?
Are we just voice made to say,
The lines you wrote, the roles we play?
You write the script, we play along
We bleed, we break, you call it song,
Is this your way, is this your game
To watch us struggle, call out name?
If we are puppets, tell me why,
We feel so much, we dream, we cry?
Why let us reach, why let us fall,
If in the end, we have no call?
But I won't dance, I won't obey,
Won't be the fool in your display
I'll tear the page, I won't obey,
Won't be the fool in your display
I'll tear the page, I'll break the away,
I'll write my story on my own way
