Through The Echos

Loud cheers and Large crowds,

None by which are we defiled,

Yet found in the mist of the exciled.

Those breaths we take,

Of old times sake,

Are all we share aloud.

Living free between the sounds of near and far,

A dream we dreamt to be as one,

With the place black as tar.

Stuck are we unto thee,

What thou are known to be.

From the sounds of the voices,

Who've made choices,

Of what it is we see.

Choose you may,

To travel array,

And land arry.

Hope that you have the wind,

That you may fly,

Best is they who seize today.

For the morrow is no more,

Through the echos,

Our hearts bellows are what we have of yore.

My place is here,

I have no fear,

These chains I wear no more.