• the path of a riverbed
    over a plain
    bends, is free, is lovely
    taunts those who seek to chain.

    how could one go on?
    when undervalued and alone
    hatred shown with no regret
    loathing chilling to the bone

    they have known no ovation,
    nor freedom, just the pain
    of knowing their life can't be like
    the riverbed on a plain

    Free from all the criticism
    of those who'd push them down
    to be loved, helped, would mean the world
    to those that we hurt now.