The heirs of such
Live among the torment
Never knowing the blessings of the touch
Their lives becoming abhorrent
Living harder than in forever
Chasers of such a mysterious prize
Ones such as thee, only see the grey weather
Cursed forever between the dark and stormy skies
To do it foever alone
To only walk away, they're the wretched souls
Burnt and purged away, the ash of their bone
Worlds ablige, smells of burnt coals
Left out of despair
Throw the wounded their needed hand
Both to breathe free, to live a life more fair
For those less fortunate, do what one can
Be of the able, who imagine paradise
For it must be something the ones with it all have made
The dream to find a world more nice
Claim it you shall, a life that's better payed
Free all unto a better made story
One of freedome to explore
Filled with lives not knowing the details so gory
Where humanity labors and aspires to more
To live the dream
Not all will ever do
For it's not as easy as it seems
Yet, better dreams can sometimes come true
It takes a village to build
Build up those who are in need
Make all dreams fulfilled
It takes a village to build, indeed
About the Creator
Jason Morton
From fiction to reality there’s tons to share about this crazy life. From being a single father, an officer, and having had many insane adventures while I learned about the world, my imagination runs wild with ideas.
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