Tell You a Story I Tell You My Struggles

For the starvation of the spirit I seek the wilderness, For what is wisdom and unknown of the tree, For the words that looms a man depth of a soul, I ask forfeit as it may sound when may I speak, For mount of a soul the descend of case off, What is old spirit savaging left under the cold, For when my turn comes to speak I say, May one listen to how I speak and let the rest lay with leaves, Young brother young brother no matter your race, color or creed, You are my brother.