Voices

Voices blur and fade
All left to say one thing
One thing to live for
Screaming its name

All different tones it has
Hidden behind veils
Dark shrouded figures
Guarding it save
Afraid to expose it
To this living world it fears.

Screaming and clawing
It begs to come out
The dark shrouded figures
Laugh at the crowd

Living and breathing
The crowd fears the worst
When will it show
This hidden power of hers?

One day soon
It breaks through at last:
Love, magical in future and past.