Dancers in the dark
Make their own kind of light
Keepers of the wrong
Make their own kind of right
And here we sit aimless
Eyes following the trail
Of ships in the night
Drifting without sails
While the lamp burns out
Before we could see
Awareness in the sight
Of the things meant to be
Tears in the alley
Make their own kind of rain
Healers in the distant
Make their own kind of pain
And here we watch all frozen
Not to move in the cold
Still our feelings turn to ice
And the fire keeps us old
While the kings just turn away
Before leaving queens to flee
From falling off the throne
Of the things meant to be
Singers with no song
Make their own kind of voice
People with no answers
Make their own kind of choice
And here we sit just spinning
As the world turns to now
But the losers can’t ask why
And the winners can’t say how
While the crooks all rob us blind
From sea to shining sea
While locked away in chains
Of the things meant to be








Damn…that’s some truth there!
Love your reaction. Thank you!
Powerfully penned, Brandon. This write demands to be heard my friend. Dropping truth bombs throughout this one. Nicely done as always. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you Damian!