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My Life

Who knows, memories I do not A vague impression of thought Certain moments a everlasting print Others like a past good and bad Mankind ripping your dignity from Who they supposed be, hero we look Or quick way to learn trust few A child instituted beneath the soul Hidden from the world they live A biscuit, my friend thanks Growing in grace, only God their friend Tobacco barns laying stick before dawn From five to teen, years exit quickly We sprout strong against the wind Few limbs fall from thou stem A lonely path to suicide redemption Woods lay darkness as my being My life I challenge evils persistent Strength of my own I trust belief From streets I climb a king Not in riches but a soul destined A fire lighting a flicker distance As if hope was alive from depths Darkness, a fear of not seeing Scars of homeless soul's thirsting breath Beating, my life vein throbs existence That which give breath before drowning I chose kindness even if I had lost Knowing, it was not world makes us Only in ourselves can we make the world Only in oneself do we live a world befeallan to us

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