The sky

And having broken free, of the chains, free of the tides that lead you where you did not wish to be, free above the endless sea, reaching for the stars, reaching for eternity in the freedom of the sky you now dwell on the breeze of opportunity. You turn and face the silent cries of your brethren souls being swept along the tides aimlessly, aching in your heart to help them be with you, to make them dream of courage and equality. Shouting in the wind, to bring just one soul free, to be louder together screaming inspirations of strength  at the endless sea wishing to help them all breathe the air of liberty. And never once must you give up, never once look down at the souls of your brothers in the tides, for looking down on your brother is looking up at the sea.