Sunday, March 8, 2009

Lonely Star

He tries too hard

To mend his broken heart

In alleys of dark recall

And beaches made of stone


An earth transformed

In a reality postponed

By a feeling of distress

And a loop of wretchedness

Such is his home…


He tried too hard

To assimilate himself in par

To those who rule by number

In hope of a joyous thunder

Such was his blunder…


Please keep trying endlessly

To earn your throne rightfully

Somewhere sometime in a place

And live until your end with pride

Honor your makers with grace


You are no less in the human race

Walk with a steady pace I’ll hold your hand

Like an eternity ago when we were young.

Until our time here is done

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