Silvery Souls Soar

Their spirits sift through the ages Soaring swiftly in song Kings queens prophets poets Martyr and messiah Tattooing tongues teaching teal truths For ages they are anxiously awaiting YOU The one who will pick up that torch Glowing with orange golden fire Blazing bequest that Still burns bright despite Time tearing at tissues Souls setting sails persevere Even in death and Rather because of death Launched like missals persona projected Into castles of our consciousness Where the dearly departed laugh and live Shed tears of wet windy wishes Wishes to not have died in vain Hopes that we keep up with progress That we work for peace not to deplete The earth of its resources not Our own souls societies sacred’s Not deceased by blasphemy and ignorance Every good thing contributed by them Laid foundation for greatness For they are our heroes in heaven Let them look down to see you rise Bring your talents gifts to them as prize They deserve this for they died To show you no weapon formed against Us all shall ever prosper least it be That peaceful intellectual weapon of words Wisdom that wars on a man’s conscious Inspiring soul to seek light To find unique grain of your salt Worth wearing an ideal And being a gold needle In a haystack of heathens Decide to be that ONE They died to inspire to move, give, live Be one that gives them reason to Rest easy believing it will be settled Finally there is one who will do it See to it the world is inspired To love and seek peace Coexist with Mother Nature In harmony and heavenly hope For all the heroes, heroines And the MOST HOLY HIGH For all the freedom fighters And the oppressed souls never born Make them aware you hear and persevere For the benefit of the world In their names Because of their brave blood