I see empty lands in front of me.
I see my dreams away from me.
A voice inside says, “Go to these dreams!
Just go to that space!”
Another voice shouts, "What if you get shot?"
The other voice responds, "So what, at least you tried.
You tried to break the silence and the chains.
Maybe you will feel better if you die fighting for your dreams.”

But hold on.
I don't want to let go.
I don't want to lose my life.
I have so many dreams.
I have so many things I wish to do.
I have…
Ok, I give up…
I don't have anything to lose.
I want to go where I belong:
Home.

I imagine a hand extending from that far-away land.
I will just take that hand
And go home.
Still….how will anyone hear me then?
Who will read my words?
I will be shot for trying to reach for my dreams.
I want the world to hear my reasons, my reasons for marching.
We want to have a normal life with happy moments.
We want to breathe and have other worries besides what we will eat for the day. 
We must be heard.
We must be free.