Life-ful, back track the visionary mind-lapse.
In a world, outside the words of the misunderstood
mis-interpreted, mis-guided, the truth is un-obtainable.

No one, not you, not me, not he, not she, can confuse pain from loving tenderness.
As we do obtain the truth, it can not be repeated, as the mourning bird wakes and sings
the bird is waiting.

For true friends, that call upon, and care about one another.
As we do in this world, run and run and run again.
We want to find the light inside.

It's time for a newrevolution, one that does not trample over the hedges of purity

One that does not deceive to climb the ladder,
One that does not taint a freshly planted platter, of creation.

Responsibility, the fruitation of one's humility towards the truth. We know what we need in order to grow.

Stop drinking, stop running, stop fighting, the love inside is being torn into pieces.
We have the power, but they keep us high so we don't know the difference between up and down.
Shackled to bablylon, will you continue to allow the freedom to slip from the fingers of a child, unborn waiting.

I will. I dont know. I can't , I won't the demons have raptured every last tear of my waking deed to the most merciful, the one who has opened the doors. But won't let me in, or maybe I won't let me in.

Maybe I'm already inside and need to get out?

POETRY WRITTEN WITH THE TEARS OF GIZEM BACAZ
i don 't want to see my family suffer