How Does it Feel
O how does it feel
Knowing life is way too real
Walking towards the finish line
Not sure if everything will be fine
You try and you try to be the very best
But youre stuck in the middle of a dirty mess
Following your heart with no idea where to go
As you try to be the best you can be fore that is all you know
Writing words and trying to stick to your words you open to a world of everything but
In a time of war where is the needed peace when is the fighting finally going to stop and cease
It gets longer and you continue to get in even more deep but you continue to make your own peep
So take the risk and show everybody that’s sometimes life can be awful and even cruddy
There is no stopping a pen as we continue the search towards enlightenment
We all must stick together and speak the words on our minds
Either in a book or creating some new rhymes
Lets choose a path that many dont endure
Because we are strong down to our core
Lets walk a path and open our eyes
For this is not the worlds demise
We must write the words
And become free birds
(Poetry to Grow a Tree)
O how does it feel
Knowing life is way too real
Walking towards the finish line
Not sure if everything will be fine
You try and you try to be the very best
But youre stuck in the middle of a dirty mess
Following your heart with no idea where to go
As you try to be the best you can be fore that is all you know
Writing words and trying to stick to your words you open to a world of everything but
In a time of war where is the needed peace when is the fighting finally going to stop and cease
It gets longer and you continue to get in even more deep but you continue to make your own peep
So take the risk and show everybody that’s sometimes life can be awful and even cruddy
There is no stopping a pen as we continue the search towards enlightenment
We all must stick together and speak the words on our minds
Either in a book or creating some new rhymes
Lets choose a path that many dont endure
Because we are strong down to our core
Lets walk a path and open our eyes
For this is not the worlds demise
We must write the words
And become free birds
(Poetry to Grow a Tree)
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