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
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