At first glance nearly impossible,
our lives holding dry eyes
while freedom quietly knocks on our door.
We have to understand with love
the beauty of acceptance
that surreal moment when peace speaks.
I want to believe
freedom without tears
might exist in the heart
when this world begins the day less needy.
I heard cries on the street
we do wish for the moment
we might struggle to know our own identity.
I wonder though some time
are we really wanting this,
or is it another Warhol scream to be heard.
I do believe the tears
the pain in our heart
far greater is the will of emotion than stone.
We collect ourselves
to forget yesterday’s ruse,
yet tomorrow, our tears must follow freedom.