Still

All The Same
By: Wilbanice Ayala
9:30am

We've reached the point where things become concrete,
Like when the sand on the ocean and the salty tide water meet,
We've come to the point where our souls bleed,
crying out for someone to save them from this mediocrity

And we are all just searching for the same things, don't you know?
All just looking for a hand to hold...
through the fierceness of this oncoming blizzard
For that flickering flame that'll keep our cold hands warm
But what can we do, if it's hidden,
flames become weak and dull
Dying on dusty cupboards, piled away and stored

We've reached the point where our stories form,
Like tumbleweed in a desert storm
We got caught up in the old, dry brush
Our faults accumulated til they become so big
It's us they begin to crush,
Our unmet necessities, our excessive wants
We've reached the point where our stories form, they may seem over, but
They have barely begun

Yes, we are all searching for the same things, you know?
A heart that beats, with a blood higher than our own
We're all sick of the counterfeit
these images of truth, feeding souls with poisoned lies,
We walk around with our bags of fabricated compromise

I need a Love that's sets me free
one that knows no fear,
no limits, no boundaries
Because don't you know, we are all searching for the same things...
for the place where light breaks through the darkness,
and my heart is free to sing