The Natural Man
Oh, the day falls short, this twenty-four hours.
to hide all our love, in tall white towers.
The seasons of life, make us who we are.
When joy is so close, but it seems so far.
But how could it be, the man I've become?
Does the mirror show, to pride I've succumbed?
Time will tell of men, the good that they do.
And open their eyes, to a world anew.
With a higher self, and divine fire.
His decadent life, is lost in the mire.
The world belongs, to the natural man.
As tall white towers, are turned back to sand.
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