When has a crime ever been undone?
A life brought back?
A trauma vanished?
For what is lost can never be found
And what is broken never mended
Freedom is a word we love
For it is entrenched in our very blood
Yet tis the time we take our first breath
Our shackles, unseen, only grow step by step
The shades we see so different
The colors bright and magnificent
The sounds we hear so unalike
Tis not what makes music so alive?