Where is my focus?
I need a direction
A place where I'm sane
And can come clean with all my confessions
"I have a dream," he said
While alive was bloodshed and things that made men red
Yet he still rose to success
That favored us best
Yet carried all the rest from insane distress
We live and we hope
Take down all the ropes
And on occasion play jokes
But what can rival the beauty of it?
What can tear it down and clasp the heart of victory?
"What can?" Shes asks
But he said "We may have come on different ships, but were on the same boat now."
Lets hand over the light
In spite of unforgiving rights
And learn to love the beauty we dominate as one
Some strive for prosperity
Bundled up in a bed of roses
While others come to the realization how fortune isn't always in favor when taking the easy street
Its those sticky moments
That glue us to the utmost core of reality
All those abnormalities
Stuck in fatality
While they all keep the same mentality
Lets call it rivaled beauty.