lost on the map

Disorder our martyr
Strangulation of our morals
values sold for rights
Tempers flare of a separated house
Our flaws are disguised by physical scars
Demoralized and robbed
Souls potential starved and thirsted
Searching for a door without a key
Judging with eyes sewn shut hearts left bleeding
Cold apparitions keep my meaning restless
Reaching out for a justification pulling back an excuse
Where is the hand for our neighbor
Who will repair our shattered spine
Connect and conceive stop and breath
Grains of sand a single seed
In the hands of a gardener so it seems
Embrace the vision that feeds your voice
We all have one it is called a choice