09-06-2013, 07:20 AM
Wasn't exactly sure what you meant Reilley, but changed it up anyway. Savanna looked over that part and saw that I went pretty off topic there, could be a completely different poem.
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I've got something to say,
But there's no one there to hear me,
I've got something to say,
But there's no one to listen.
I'm just a boy, only a boy.
In a world of depravity,
where I look anywhere and clearly see,
poverty, rapidly diminishing dignity.
A dichotomy of fallacy,
a vast system out of balance,
a plastered sense of absence.
What is blasphemy,
if not blindness to humanity,
truth jammed in a dark cavity.
Understand the family,
that we all are but can't grow to be,
an infertility of what the mind can see.
We can stand up and radiate bright,
open our minds, our eyes, and take flight,
be glad that life doesn't come without a fight.
Just look inside and find the light.
Yet I'm a boy, only a boy,
Idealistic and naive.
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I've got something to say,
But there's no one there to hear me,
I've got something to say,
But there's no one to listen.
I'm just a boy, only a boy.
In a world of depravity,
where I look anywhere and clearly see,
poverty, rapidly diminishing dignity.
A dichotomy of fallacy,
a vast system out of balance,
a plastered sense of absence.
What is blasphemy,
if not blindness to humanity,
truth jammed in a dark cavity.
Understand the family,
that we all are but can't grow to be,
an infertility of what the mind can see.
We can stand up and radiate bright,
open our minds, our eyes, and take flight,
be glad that life doesn't come without a fight.
Just look inside and find the light.
Yet I'm a boy, only a boy,
Idealistic and naive.