Ode to the Artists
The givers of life
The ones who bring joy
And wondrous strife
Ode to the Poets
The ones who keep giving
The writers with nothing
Who make life worth living
Ode to the Music Makers
Who give melody to all
For life without glorious tune
Would be our downfall
Ode to the Travelers
The ones who devise
They stray far away
And never think twice
Ode to the Dreamers
The ones who make it true
They prove the impossible
To all who need but believe, and do
And Ode to the so-called Wicked
The ones they cast out
Who all know true sorrow
And armed with that, we breakout!
Breakout of convention
Of the daily routines
We make it our mission
To dare and do what we dream
For the ones who are ordinary
Who stay within the lines
They don't achieve anything at all
And live life unalive.
Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 5:24 PM UTC
Ode to the Artists
The givers of life
The ones who bring joy
And wondrous strife
Ode to the Poets
The ones who keep giving
The writers with nothing
Who make life worth living
Ode to the Music Makers
Who give melody to all
For life without glorious tune
Would be our downfall
Ode to the Travelers
The ones who devise
They stray far away
And never think twice
Ode to the Dreamers
The ones who make it true
They prove the impossible
To all who need but believe, and do
And Ode to the so-called Wicked
The ones they cast out
Who all know true sorrow
And armed with that, we breakout!
Breakout of convention
Of the daily routines
We make it our mission
To dare and do what we dream
For the ones who are ordinary
Who stay within the lines
They don't achieve anything at all
And live life unalive.
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