'In The Grave Of Dreams' Poem by Ovi Odiete

We stand tall, yet so low
above our fears, below our doubts.
We can see through thick
and so we hope so bold.
But that is as far as it goes.
For here we are, hands tied.
We cannot move far
and so we shout for us
to be free

In the grave of dreams are hopes shattered and joy turned sour.
Light turned darkness and shadows encamping our hopes.
All that we ever longed for, but could never accomplish.
All the days of glory, now a shadowing story

Let us be loose we pray.
Take us out of this cage and break all these bars of rage.
Let us claim the roaring sea and name its depths our own.
From the grave of dreams, I see the sky but cannot claim it and so I dare to fight the walls.

From the grave of dreams comes a thousand wishes.
In our helpless and tormented state, we still seek for freedom.
Shouting through these bars of rage and hoping through the chains of siege.
Praying with all tongues of flames.
But that is as far as it goes.
For here we are, hands tied.

We look to the world all known and wish for the thrills unknown.
Though scared of the things unseen, still wishing for them all.
For a song to let us loose and a call to give us hope.
For we are locked within walls and all we do is to dream of dreams.
But so painful we never attained them.