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Breath For Life
What's life's offer, forgotten innocent hunger feeds
Thirst within the soul questioning existing
What is a man except all that he is
His fight insane, death a reflected memory
The struggle for hope and dreams fade
Reality of life we pay our freedom
Never free, just drama of societies killing
Is every not suppose be equal to another
The same we bleed red, to earth our dust returns
Our insanity, like a wild ambition inside
Consumed by life, drowned in a material world
A forgotten past we live today's future
Still our purpose we look not unto
Only ourselves we think of, always wanting
But unto our fellow man fuel heart's hatred
His worth judged by words of appearance
Love, like a orchestra in desert with no one to hear
An inspirited being wanting its desired feeling
But yet it is selfish to its own lust
A sunset promise, life isn't that beauty
But a myth as if a legend of time
Just a dreamers world of possibilities eager
Breath of life, I give just to be
One must live first to appreciate breath for life
Copyright ©
Steve Harvell
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