An Ode for Everyone Else

The worlds are full of people,
Whose vitality is lost,
Who moan and wander 'cross foggy lands,
Who shake sins, though they be extraneous,
From their hands.
These men, these women,
These children who cry,
And know not why,
Are subject to your graces,
They blend in to hide their sin,
But no-one remains faceless.

To whom do you owe your allegiance?
Your loyalties are subject,
To your lies.
You are a free spirit,
A leaf that blows from limb to limb,
Never 'lighting, though you think you must,
You do not know your freedom,
Like we do.

We are the prisoners, the captives,
To our own emotions are we bound,
With minds run dry,
I wish for a soul like a sieve,
We wish for souls.