CONFESSION ZERO

Lock them away instead of teach them to be free Shackle their ankles and wrists Put apathy in their lunch Between History and Economics Let the bell ring They're not going anywhere © 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

If I stand for my birth Like I so easily breathe If I rise to the occasion If I wake to the person I can be I'll fill the words with persuasion Not imagine I'm alone I'll see so many like Me So many like you The mirror reflecting our soul An echo come round to greet us The rising sun brings laughter And I brought the truth Harder than bringing forth Peace Because harmony is the peak The rain pours, the wind too Hand in hand, thunder and soil I will sing this song, I will pray for freedom For all, for thee, for you... © 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

The song plays over and over It rolls its drums It plucks its strings It breathes a symphony What of Love What of Peace What of our Laughter We've been Forgiven, haven't we The drum thumps out its note The cello strums its ocean The conductor bends now in the wind Let me usher in my muse Let me find the water and the food Enough to feed them all, nourish them Feed them, clothe them, a symphony rising This song plays over and over Again and again It rolls its drums It plucks its strings It breathes a symphony Me and you. You and Me © 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.