What happened to all the world's possibilities, we did not see
It was a world of infinite opportunities for the taking
To look now, and remember how it all used to be
I think that I should cry for those many chances forsaken
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To live among such beauty and never see it with your eyes
The world was not meant to be only for the few
Many a man's dreams went unfinished before their demise
Sadly, there's only one chance to get it right, and few ever do
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To come together and think not of the moment in time
Remembering the world is shared
Tis not yours, nor was it ever mine
If only the masses ever really cared
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Few are spared the indignity of what's really happening to it all
The evils of man, they do forever abound
And still wishing to see it's wonders you are, when you fall
But what did you expect, shedding those tears, as our father's not around
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I think that I should cry
For nothing will ever change on this plane
None will head the warning and try
So I cry, for it all remains insane
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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