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A STORY OF FAITH
My story
Is one of faith
From the beginning
To the end
All i ever wanted
Was to fly away with the birds- sky high
To soar the clouds and feel the breeze
As it liberates my soul
I wished to live with the swallows
And enjoy a life with no limits
Life so peaceful like that of the doves
To be able to see in to the future
Like the majestic eagle
That time,my imagination
Was as fit as a fiddle
Because i had a dream
I saw no harm in translating it to reality
So i collected dead feathers from places so filthy
And hoped they were the answer to the riddle
Of why i couldn't fly
Yes, that was idle
But as stupid as my story may sound
It is the foundation of everything i believe,
The majority saw the evolution of a hobo
A boy so handsome going crazy
But a few wise
Saw the beginning of a great tale
One so interesting
It would drive some people insane,
Because i had faith in my dream
I ignored all the negatives
And concentrated on the positives
I knew my feathers were being thrown away
But i chose to believe
That they resurrected and flew away,
I had faith in my dream
And hoped i would be able to fly one day
Like i said
My story is one of faith
Hope is everything i had
Because the reality
In my family
Was the most painful poverty
A mother who turned on the stove each day
Even though there was nothing edible
A father who walked miles
Until his shoes stopped to be road worthy
Sisters so intelligent
They went to school in conditions so unstable
We all had out dreams
But reality was diametrically opposed to them
BUT!
Because i saw neither of them quit
I wasn't going to be the first one to spit
Directly into the values that defined us
So i collected more feathers
And each time i collected
Time passed by
Until everything was generally better
Is one of faith
From the beginning
To the end
All i ever wanted
Was to fly away with the birds- sky high
To soar the clouds and feel the breeze
As it liberates my soul
I wished to live with the swallows
And enjoy a life with no limits
Life so peaceful like that of the doves
To be able to see in to the future
Like the majestic eagle
That time,my imagination
Was as fit as a fiddle
Because i had a dream
I saw no harm in translating it to reality
So i collected dead feathers from places so filthy
And hoped they were the answer to the riddle
Of why i couldn't fly
Yes, that was idle
But as stupid as my story may sound
It is the foundation of everything i believe,
The majority saw the evolution of a hobo
A boy so handsome going crazy
But a few wise
Saw the beginning of a great tale
One so interesting
It would drive some people insane,
Because i had faith in my dream
I ignored all the negatives
And concentrated on the positives
I knew my feathers were being thrown away
But i chose to believe
That they resurrected and flew away,
I had faith in my dream
And hoped i would be able to fly one day
Like i said
My story is one of faith
Hope is everything i had
Because the reality
In my family
Was the most painful poverty
A mother who turned on the stove each day
Even though there was nothing edible
A father who walked miles
Until his shoes stopped to be road worthy
Sisters so intelligent
They went to school in conditions so unstable
We all had out dreams
But reality was diametrically opposed to them
BUT!
Because i saw neither of them quit
I wasn't going to be the first one to spit
Directly into the values that defined us
So i collected more feathers
And each time i collected
Time passed by
Until everything was generally better
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