YELL quietly

Whisper, talk, shout, scream... does it matter?

No one is listening to me except those who have to listen to me

and It is a thin line between hearing and listening

and I am waiting to find those

LISTENERS

who want to

HEAR ME

Five Stones and Only One Giant

Here is this giant of a man

standing before them

and all they can see is a boy

Here is this prideful

bullying shadow of a coward

and they dare to call him a man

Who decides who we are?

A hand full of stones

and the giant is you.