Unplugged

Sometimes we have to stop
Shuffling and tripping
Denying everything and everyone
One chance
And they'll pass you right by

Too caught up
Weapons raised high
Never bothered
To turn around
Another awaits

That's just it
Something more inside
A voice
Smaller than a grain of sand
Repeat
Pushed farther into the pit
Never ignoring the chance to try
To try to get through

This message in a bottle
Just may have the power
Fix the broken
But only those who listen