The Silenced Souls

We are the quiet souls,    
with a small shouting voice.    
And we can only hope    
through a sea of static white noise    
he can still hear us.    
Despite being but grains of sand    
on an endless beach,    
we live on hope the horizon has not yet died    
and he and we are still within reach.    
We are the bright lights behind the dim eyes    
that saw through all of the sin and all of the lies.    
And we can only pray    
through a blur of colours      
that our own still shine    
and he can still see us    
despite being but molecules      
fading through the canvas of time.    
We live on love whilst facing the drought      
In a dream we will one day fit in    
beside him and be no longer shut out.    
We are the soft touch with a gentle feel    
who hold more faith in the unseen and surreal.    
And we can only wish    
in a world that will not understand    
that he will still find us amid the crowd    
and lead us out by the hand.    
     
J.E.P Wilson