Rise

They told me I could sing no more,
that I should bide my time;
hide my voice away inside,
that in time it would rise.

It would rise.

But in this hole, on these nights so low,
I wonder how it will end –
will other voices emerge again
to shake the dust from their souls?

Will they rise?

Bury my body inside this cave.
I've grown too fond of this space.
Beneath the floor, cover me in loam –
my place of blood, breath and bone.

I will rise.

Tell me I can sing no more,
I will bide my time.
Cast a voice to a light blue void
and in time it will rise.

It will rise.

Thomas LaVoy

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The text for Rise, the second track of Triptych: Pandemic, was written as a response to the COVID-19 pandemic.

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