To be, or to be free Is it me who makes this choice? Am i the voice Chanting in rejoice Or the captor Waiting on the rapture To take me home Will i roam? Or am i sealed Is this home Or an open field? Am I free? To be me? To let others see? Let them hear The voice rings clear That all must be free But in that freedom Where are we? Are we lost In the cost Of freedom Is it us or will it be them? The voices Ringing ever clearer Ringing nearer Choose left Choose right In the end we still fight There is no flight from this From death’s kiss But to be immortalized In the eyes we leave? There is no way to deceive When we choose It’s their lives we would lose So to be? I want to be No i will be All i must To have trust of the ones i love Not be thrust in open air If i must i choose to care Care for the people not here That can not hear The ones with fear Without the voice ringing clear To be me Is to be the voice It’s your choice Do you
corey ray poetry 