There comes a time when every man
Must take a stand and grab the hand
Of someone who truly needs him to
Live out his plan with dreams pursued.
Old and new alike, can be fulfilled
As long as your spirit and heart are deeply filled.
Empathy, sympathy for mass confusion.
For those are the ones needed to realize your conclusion.
Of a peaceful place where smiles are wanted
Not where happiness growth spurts have sadly been stunted.
By things and stuff, and always trying to act so tough.
Now fluff up that pillow and get back in touch.
Hopes and dreams, initially seem
Like a predisposition, where we color the scene.
Sometimes when you get there, you don't even know.
Cuz what 'once was' really isn't, now that you know.
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