My voice is lost in the echoes of the hills,
standing tall behind the grey clouds,
beckoning me to their mystical glory,
of silence.
My thoughts are found in the strength of the hills,
awakening the sleeping corners of my mind,
guiding the lost wanderers of time,
from a distance.
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With a splatter of emotions
spread in the sky,
for the night to reflect,
the sun sets.
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I think if I try hard enough I will find recognition tomorrow,
I know that “tomorrow” is not in the literal sense of the term.
I think if I could just help that one child shown on TV commercials, I will somehow help reduce poverty,
I know that is not a real solution.
I think that people have different perspectives,
I know for some, it is the only way.
I think if I had enough wealth, I could help solve many issues.
I know some issues need the wealth of a kind heart and not the wealth of gold or green bills, and some just need to let be.
I think people need to have dreams,
I know for some the dream is to live another day.
I think I am blessed,
I know I am and I thank You.
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My river flows under the twilight sun,
hidden in between night and day,
Under the boats of your prayers,
My river reaches heaven.
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With a slate clean of yesterday’s worries,
You find your new dawn of hope.
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