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Standard of life still same 
Only people who have change 
A changed time, a society broken 
Even to themselves a denied truth 
A world of mortalities do they exist
A time forgotten like an ancient world 
Living of a world, existing in our own 
What is it life offers except to live 
The heart, the main artery to breathe 
Love of a being even from its depths 
There's a quietness exist in darkness 
Among the living, running in silence 
Hiding among the ruins of our depths 
I search deep for the light within myself 
I hear your soul whisper through the smile 
A silence of peace I feel in darkness life 
What is it we live but do not enjoy the inspiration 
It is one's morals taught that we learn respect 
Experience we learn that we grow to success 
Not by one's question our ability to live 
Or question who I am that I live life 
But it is only that I believe my eternal being 
That I answer not but to God and myself my journey 
To live and be free, a soul naked beneath eyes 
Reach, the heavens blue sky fall beneath 
thou journey unforeseen story 
I am me myself my portrait paints, not 
the pain I suffer my eyes 
My belief I can be anything I desire 
It is who we are that we identify 
A being of circumstance of emotions 
We grow becoming part of a world 
Change, day by day the journey leads 
Rather life or soul, battle rages 
Birth of a nation of many ethnicity 
We're taught to love thou neighbor 
As we would ourselves, do we not 
Reality to realistic meaningful life 
We love for many different reasons why 
Is it cause good always prevail 
That we love more than we hate 
What is it that makes us want to love 
What drives this being of such existence 
We truly want to be all that is 
To be better person we portray 
Not hidden behind wall invisible 
Eyes of the world, seeing is believing 
Be true to yourself as well your heart 
Til death do we part last breath 
That in our own we struggle existence 
Trying figure what makes us instead purpose 
What is purpose but a dreamers life 
One soul thriving to be a part 
Obscure from a world of deception illusion 
Reflecting soul, costume of many imagery 
We can be many things but only ourselves 
can one truly be 
Reflecting soul giving life in human form 
Only being circumstances of themselves 
We live portrayed greatest species ever 
But do we live our full potential 
Or waste it on a worldly being
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