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Reap and Sow
What can a man do with his dreams lost in terror?
When the good is left behind, and life’s cruel irony is all that’s left to savor?
How can we go on?
How else, but than to go on.
When the stars fall, making our world the passion of fire.
When the walls and stones crumble and crack,
do we panic and tire?
No we fight and take our pride and our grace back.
There is no way to live, than to live and rule your own.
In this world we all must reap what we've sown,
so lay down your best
and let fate craft the rest.
When the good is left behind, and life’s cruel irony is all that’s left to savor?
How can we go on?
How else, but than to go on.
When the stars fall, making our world the passion of fire.
When the walls and stones crumble and crack,
do we panic and tire?
No we fight and take our pride and our grace back.
There is no way to live, than to live and rule your own.
In this world we all must reap what we've sown,
so lay down your best
and let fate craft the rest.
Published 24th Oct 2014
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29th Oct 2014 2:25pm
29th Oct 2014 2:28pm
I like the mindset, (do the best you can, don't stop). A very good read, thank you
