I see poetry in your eyes,
your heart spilling out when the tears fall down your face,
and I want to entrust you with my soul.
You\'ve been a prisoner of injustice,
treading through the world with chains desperately clinging to your ankles,
your legs filled with a surge of ambition to break free.
I hear music when you yell out in anger.
I want to yank your sadness away with my fingers,
let your pain melt in the palm of my hands.