a peaceful life
a dark and sweet bam
young eyes looking in old
waiting for a goal to be told
holding hand and standing firm
no ones falling in the mold
and when the sky seems to fold
all those feeling so cold
will cudle and some sort of worm
and keep their hold
then the one who wished to tam
them will hlod each's hand
and say there is peace in this land
so each can be my friend
This poem is about:
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world