Through My Eyes
I think one pioneer said it best
in an unfair world
few can survive any tests
there are a small amount that actually sleep
many that sometime weep
a promise to tell, they never keep
my ancestors sang
no missing ring
now my heart strings at which you pull
now you think it is cool to not be full
what happened to just being self
in a world where
on the cover of a magazine
could mean
a distracted dream?
thought to ponder....
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