Lord,I Tried
In my days of Innocence,when I was a little boy,
I'd fantasize the day away,Dreaming was my Best Toy...
Oh,I had my Cars,and I'd build my cities in the dirt,
In the Shade,I had it Made,Where Dreaming never Hurt...
As I got older,I grew a little bolder,but still I kept to myself...
Like the "Madd Hatter",others just didn't matter,
and everybody else, just went on a shelf...
I didn't care what other folks thought,
didn't give a hoot about what they bought...
I found you don't need a Dime just to Dream,
If you just spend the time, You'll see what I mean...
Fly my Lonely Soul into a moonlit sky,
I write of my fantasies and my dreams of by and by...
If you take the time to treat your nose,
or make the time to enjoy a Rose...
Hiden Secrets,Stories of a Beauty foretold,
something to fantasize,even when you get old...
So I learn all I can,growing into a Man,
to find my Passion that's hidden inside...
For when I write,my pen takes flight,
and My Little Demons have no place to hide...
when people ask,"How is your Day"?,I can only say,
"Just Fine,How are You?and Y'all Have a Nice Day...
But what I really think,is you wouldn't listen anyway...
Glossing my eyes,I fantasize,
and then I Realize...
Everybody stuck in their own little world,
feeding that greed,or feeding the need,
or their Feelings for a boy or that Girl...
Seeing you there, standing Naked, makes me think,
We are so Small,so Fragile,and weak,
We're going to Hell in a HandBasket,
We could All be Gone in a Blink...
I write of Troubles, Humanity puts our Planet through...
I Feel the Greed,I Feel the Need,
We're Going to Hell in a HandBasket,the World,Me and You...
My Dream became a NightMare,for I could plainly see,
I plant my Seeds of Good Intentions,to Help Humanity...
but only lonely souls,will even listen to my words,
only Forgotten Memories,of everything they heard...
We lost control,of the Ship that we call "LIFE",
GhostShips of our Fantasies,in Reality only strife...
All our Momma's Drama's,Kids at War and Finding Harm,
Fighting for Liberty and Freedom,All of Our Brothers in Arms...
Some Cannot come Home,if just to tell their story,
in a World Without a Poet,None Will FEEL Their Glory...
So I found my Passion,all these years I've tried to Hide,
Giving my Painful Lessons,Showing ALL That I had Tried...
to Overcome My Stumbling Blocks,Strewn along my Path,
Try to Fight the Good Fight,for I Fear the Demons Wrath...
I'm giving you my Lessons,Showing Jesus that I have Tried,
I Left My mark on Humanity,
my words may live on,even After I have Died...
LonelySoul

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