Part 2
I want to see
I want to be.
Apart from me,
A entity.
We feel a need,
For caste and creed.
To be and be,
An anomaly.
When light goes out,
Spirits crawl.
Darkness shout,
Spirits dance in ball.
We hear a call,
"to be or not to be."
Answer or not,
Its choice to feel.
Oppression we need,
To know depression.
So we know,
How faith can grow...
And the world so,
Can come out of this low.
It is the right to sing,
For another tomorrow.
The right to bring,
Joy from sorrow.
The right to fly, to grow a wing.
The right tonight, to be a king.
'tis my right to live and be numb.
'tis my right to have and give.
'tis my right to leave back a breadcrumb,
And find my way, to my right to live.
In reply to @Stablish
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