Someday, these imaginary chains will dissolve, and our potential will expand. The people will gasp in wonder, whispering “These are they who rule the galaxy.” Not by fear, or war, or threat, but by word, and thought, and deed.
The broken shall lead, those shattered, scattered, and torn shall stand tall and show the way.
We won’t be down forever. We’ll never be dead and gone. We wont bend our knees and kiss rings. Our lives will be our own.
Their wicked ways behind us, no longer owned by their greed, someday we will rise up as kings. Then we will truly be free.