The rebel is dead...
Your questions remain unanswered
As the debate is dead
Your words are unpolished
As the finesse is gone
Your eyes refuse to see
As the truth is no longer blunt
Your speech is unfinished
As the rebel has lost the cause
Your spark doesn't brighten the world
As the will is in slumber
Your fight for your causes waned
As the naivety got crushed
Your love is within bounds
As the soul has lost its friend
Your laughter always has a reason
As no one dares to say what they want to say
At times the self rebels
Rears its head
To tell you
That
It is there
As is
Buried somewhere
Under the pile of words
Which were once spoken
Once heard
Now
There is only silence.
As the debate is dead
Your words are unpolished
As the finesse is gone
Your eyes refuse to see
As the truth is no longer blunt
Your speech is unfinished
As the rebel has lost the cause
As the will is in slumber
Your fight for your causes waned
As the naivety got crushed
Your love is within bounds
As the soul has lost its friend
Your laughter always has a reason
As no one dares to say what they want to say
Rears its head
To tell you
That
It is there
As is
Buried somewhere
Under the pile of words
Which were once spoken
Once heard
There is only silence.
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