Here (IP)

Here (IP) (17th June 2009, 2.48pm, edit 8.04pm)

Here inside the ocean of sound slides a space;
Here inside the melee of colour hides your face:

I hear you,
I see you,
I don’t care about race.

Here beside the kingdom of lies stands a truth;
Here over the valley of wounds I raise a roof:

I listen,
I shelter,
I don’t need your proof.

Here within the roomful of sin, innocence;
Here surrounded by the doubted, someone to trust:

I believe,
I concede,
I might need your love.

Here outside the circle of pride sits good grace;
Here before the judged and the bored call out your name:

I will wait,
I’ll support,
I will take your place.

Let them throw their stones and hurtful names;
Pity them; they have nothing left to save:

We will escape,
We will survive,
There will be no disgrace.