One Of Them

Thu, 01/23/2014 - 16:12 -- Mor.Art

Look at you

So young

So lost

A compass without direction

You do not yet know the cost

You smooth your hair

You stand real tall

Already knowing that you are small

You force a laugh and chime right in

No one can hear your voice above the din

I wish you hope, 

I wish you speed

I wish you the passion to proceed

Stop biting your lip and wearing those clothes

There are already a whole crowd of those, 

So stand right up and claim you name

You are not just another player in this game

You can rise above and reach the sky

You have already failed

If you never try


Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerful expression! 

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