When the world is tone deaf to our pleas,
when everyone proves so hard to please,
when we've cried aloud on our knees, 
 feel we've crossed a thousand seas,
imprisoned within a jail,
efforts come to no avail,
speeches become cliché,
all we've done is watch and pray,
with no sight of a brighter day,
"all is well" but it's not okay,
darkness seems to hide the light,
only one option is left,
we pick up our pens like swords,
we write.