He walks the streets, his head held low,
A shadow where the neon glows.
The watchers wait, the lines are drawn,
One wrong step, and he is gone.
They may barge through schools with heavy boots,
Through halls where young dreams take their roots.
His son, just nine, knows naught of fear,
He only sees the sky so clear.
“Astronaut,” the young boy claims,
“No other dream, no other name.”
Since he was four, his path stood tall,
No fear, no doubt, no change at all.
He dreams of worlds beyond the stars,
Of floating free, of journeying far.
To him, the sky is just a door,
A place to reach, to seek, to soar.
They may storm the church, they may break prayer,
No holy ground is free from glare.
He bows his head but dares not kneel,
For faith now walks on blades of steel.
The sick cry out in beds too cold,
The weak left trembling, young and old.
Through hospital walls, the hunters creep,
To drag the lost out from their sleep.
His hands were made to shape, to mold,
To write, to dream, to turn to gold.
Not for a handout, not for rest,
But work that lets him stand his best.
He weaves his tales for childlike hearts,
For those who seek where magic starts.
Yet in this reign, the path is blurred,
His future hangs on one lost word.
Nathan stands where the echoes fade,
Where voices shift, where choices wade.
A dreamer bound by tides so strong,
Yet fighting still, though days seem long.
She watches close—the woman who swore,
Through raging seas, through peace, through war.
Did she wed a man of grit and grace,
Or one who’d fall, who’d lose his place?
And those who scoffed when he first fled,
Do they wait to see his spirit dead?
A reckless leap, a wasted fight,
Yet still he stands beneath the light.
For he has run from chains and fire,
From voices caged in faith’s empire.
But here he stays—a nameless face,
A father fighting for his place.
And if one night, he walks back home,
And finds his son still reaching high,
If just one day, the fear is gone,
Then all this pain was worth the sky.
For in his heart, a dream still burns,
A hope that brighter days return.
He fights for what he cannot lose—
A life that’s free, a path to choose.
A day will come when walls will turn,
And face the sun with hearts that yearn.
They’ll smile, they’ll clap, they’ll feel the grace,
For freedom’s light will fill this place.
The chains will break, the dark will flee,
And all will know what it means to be free.
The world will heal, the skies will clear,
And love, not fear, will draw us near.