The eyes yearn to cry
But are silenced in their tears

The heart longs to pound
But is silenced in its fears

The lips wish to move
To speak to express

But are tied in silence
Nobody notices nobody cares

Oppression is a powerful weapon
If only you chose it to be

But is you break those bonds of yours
And rise high

If you don't let your feelings
Be your obstacles, but your wings

If you let the world listen
to your voice

If you can make them notice
Make them care

You will know that you're powerful
You will know that you're free

The dead were carried to the forest
Killed by gunfire
Blazing bullets in the dark

Around them mourners stood
Wreathed in shadows
Lowered the bodies into the pyre

Flames burst through
Rising, curving skyward
A thousand torches in the dark

So many have died
So less have survived
And as they stood by the silent flames
Tears shone in their eyes

I wonder what its like
Being invisible like air
Very much alive
But no one knows you're there

I see a candle flame in the wind
Guttering and flickering
Threatening to go out, threatening to die

A little bird watched through his cage
Bound and tied
And he knows his soul is flickering the same way

Another soul in captivity
Another caged bird
Another candle flame
Flickering in the wind
When will it ever stop?

Here, little bird, your feet are untied
Your cage doors are open
Come on now, take flight

I can see a little spark
As you fly to your freedom
Where you land, I will never know

As I watch from this cage of mine
Bound and tied
I watch you fly so far

I gave you freedom
Knowing what its like to be
Another candle flame
Flickering in the wind
Another candle flame
Flickering in the wind

The brown butterfly
Landing gently on the vine
and sits on the passion flower
Still wet from the recent showers

But as she leans to sip the nectar
She asks the flower

'You colors shine so gay
I wish I were like you, I say
How do you find such joy in life
When you know, very soon, you will die?'

The flower smiles at the sky
And then she replies

'I am beautiful, you think
But my beauty will soon sink
I may only have a few days to live
But, more than my life, it is the sun i cherish

You see, even he will die one day
But he gives life to so many on the way.'

Standing on Saturn's moon
Looking at the orange sky
I am on Titan

My telescope lies a distance away
It always points at Earth
I can't bear to point it anywhere else
My home is the only place I see

I watch as a methane thunderstorm unfolds
Drops of liquid methane all around
I have longed to swim in the lakes
But I know I will freeze and drown

Thunder in the sky above
Methane is raining faster
I wish i could say I am thankful for my suit
But no, I really can't

I want to run barefoot on the methane ice
Breathe in the fresh carbon dioxide
And in the few seconds I have left
Living life to the fullest

I wish I had said adios to my friends before
I have lost hope that I will come back home

Many soldiers in war
Died and went far
Fighting against the enemy
Defending fair memories
But the enemy was told quite loud
To leave none alive on the battleground
They were told that their enemy
Would destroy fair memories
And an equal number died
As they did on the other side
In war, no side is right or wrong
All I can hear is the funeral song