Only when I smell the earth upon my face, will I ever be free, to fly from this place.

If we can take the time to mute the noise we've build around ourselves the rhythm of the heartbeats and the purpose may be clear.

It has nothing to do with age, it's not our languages, religion, gender, coulour of our skin; It's a soul within a well, that echoes deep beneath the ego's shell. True life can't ever start, until we offer up our heart.

If we can just be brave enough to be each others mirror, we may finally recognize the face of conscious that we fear.

Dear God I've heard your name from teachers, family and friends, you made the universe and so will live on when it ends. Everyone I know admits they've never seen your face, they're not sure where you live and have no map to the place.

But if we hide ourselves away, afraid to grow and learn, we might wake up in the flames of the ignorance that burns and we'll never be much more than only casualties of war in a struggle we can't win if we have no faith to begin. We've got to tip the lid and let some sunlight in.

My programme, The Art of Creative Expression, empowers young people with tools to express themselves. We teach photography, art and drama, but it's not just the medium that's important, it's about what you are trying to say.