Here is the story of a man,
who thought who did almost all he can.
all he could dream and all he could push and pull
he exhausted, we thought, his wells to the full
he stood his grounds for his morals were sound
but aint easy when life comes one full round
he was a kid who sung their tunes
he worshipped them heroes like old lunes
he followed the roads told and travelled
and grew to be a man who would do all he can
A rebel for i cant decided if he was without cause
for his victory was their loss but his loss my loss
He battled them long tirlessly and diligently
he never knew his beliefs meant less aristotally
He grew old, tired, bitter and cold
like a farmer who lost his sell after it was sold
he lives and lived those moments which had him sane
For the stone they gave cud not be more insane
He knew his thoughts wudn mean no much
can't remember what he tought his son as such
But one day the son will be a man
A man who will learn to do all he can.
Sunday, October 31, 2010
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