A Vision

When someone lacks a vision To guide him on his way He often is directed By what the masses say He’s scared of what is coming Of trials, schemes, or strife He lacks in zest and vigor Lacks meaning in his life But when a man has vision Though prospects may look bleak He knows what he should work for He knows what he should seek His eyes can see the future Beyond the clouds of doubt He knows why life is worth it He knows what life’s about His vision can’t be ended By what the others do Though some may taunt or fight him He knows he knows what’s true His vision never tires Though night or storm arise He toils on, unwilling To rest his eager eyes When marching through a desert He sees a fruitful land He toils, and the wasteland Turns fruitful ‘neath his hand A vision’s endless power Makes fields and cities rise Makes people reach the summit Makes people reach the skies It urges those who have it To run through heat and rain To trek both mount and canyon And leads them out to gain A person with a vision Is bound to make a change He leaves a lasting imprint Upon his world, his age