Winds carry freedom,whisper countless stress

The nightly wreck of stress becoming mess

That fearful sound of many heartfelt cries

Is all the hearing with the underlies

 You cannot find the voice to speak your ways

Because you will find your truly at bay

The ways of a success must matter not

Because too many sink like two ton rocks

Untold success is far too many, why?

Dispassion often seems to win the sky

If only this would perfect oneself

Then people later could have saved some wealth


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