One minute after the other,
Street light for a spotlight,
Cardboard box for a stage
Whispering conspirators
He has been witness to the eyes of men without an orator
And focused hard on internal strength and not hating
But he knew
Weak words were heavy in a poor man’s heart
The sweets he wished for, turned to loathed sours
Forget a second chance, he wanted a second life,
And not one on second hand
This time he’ll make sure to not make worse
What nature made so clear
Which was…
Don’t wish for anything
Work for it
AND BE A MAN
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