For This Man I Spoke Out
I spoke out
A yearning calls
But, is it of the heart
Could be a yearning of a selfish pride
A secret to gain self-glory
A trek of agony
To forge through this life
For the glory of self-satisfaction
Is a short lived story
Once again with shovel in hand
You dig deep to portray a fictitious facade to begin your story
And then along comes the day
To face all your truths
To remember all your secrets
And walk the road you've paved
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I saw this man subdued in chains
A life of ridicule he lived each day
Perhaps, born with a heart of love
But, the world and all it's expectations
placed him within
a dark crevasse
Be careful Oh people
Of all the words you choose to say
For some people are vulnerable
And the cost is more than they can pay
Could It be a lonely soul dreaming of a chance
To fit in and find acceptance...
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for the world and all its trickery hands out murmurous words of doubt
Alone and desperate
For this man
I spoke out
Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2025
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