When One Does Not Hear

[seeyat]

If I were to tell you how would you not take a bow, truth is life
No matter the chosen vow, all of your hate somehow, twisting this knife
You created this fate, I will not anticipate, go forth for your own moments
Take your own sword, cut your own cord, becoming a movement
Beginning on my own years ago, hoping to be left alone without your ties
A life free of middle ground is worth it, within the realm of colored skies
For I've found much more with brighter, honest eyes, as I cry
There is hope for the hopeless and dreams will grow with wings that fly
Awakened late to an unexpected fate, killed by a voice
Falling softly, known before me, avoiding a forced choice
Never to see, never to be, not to walk that water's edge
I will divide from all of you, your life denied, away from that ledge
A short walk, not for me, for an ocean could be
I am facing a life set free, one seen clearly