Drenched in the apathy of exclusion
I grope at the idea of equality while saturated by confusion
Is hope just a far away dream?
Or is it the substance of things hoped for and the evidence of things unseen?
I stand ready to answer the call of destiny
But it's through a shattered glass I see
Potential obscured by the perception of divine right
Resistance is futile or you will flex your might
Is greatness just the sovereignty of you?
While I sit by and marvel at the things that you do
Only the opaqueness of time limits what you can be
Sadly though, it is through a shattered glass I see