This Time

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life

I wear this struggle like a old pair of shoes this struggle fits like a glove it clings like a hug it chose me to continue struggling to speak freely the voices are many I do not struggle alone I ask the question when I awake lord "can you hear me" how long have I been asleep when I open my eyes struggle is all I see we all struggling to break free from the sound of the chains we got to go against the rhythm for the tune to change the tears falling out our eyes should be filled with joy this pain can't be justified nor can it be ignored we must persevere no matter the fear that appear to divide conquer steal kill and destroy it's no wonder we last this long it's that thing called holding on it's no holds barred "don't hold your tongue" it's time to speak don't hush the baby it's time to crie go on sing a lullaby sing to the top of your lungs don't turnn the volume down let the sound move stuff around what's been exposed already been found let whomever them may be send in their storm let them cast their stones let them break our bones but like the past in the known we will mend back into strong woman and man again it's something about struggling that keeps us marching in that same old number the past is gone still it remain relevant it's evident what was done to the relative voices of blood is calling from cement the grip of gravities weakening it won't stay down for long when it's all said and done once the fire has left the gun and the damage been done sure as the sun can't be block out all the struggle of the world will be done