Small Paroles

But I will die and then
I will be forgotten
I am bound in chains
But I'm still made of beauty
And when I've decayed
I will join what I believe
I cannot escape
But I don't fear my freedom
But is this no mistake
Just wasted on the fearful
I try to scream real loud
But it comes out a whisper
But of what I say I'm proud
If they could hear they might just listen
The world is very big
And you and I are tiny
Silly complex things
That think we're big and shiny
I am very small
I like to talk about it And maybe in the end
We see ourselves and we will be
Loud and pretty loud and pretty loud and pretty