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A man he wrote the book A book for all and none About a life spent leaning Leaning towards the sun In search of all a greatness  His life a distant run A battle for a giant He reaches for the sun On a field of giants Merely flesh and blood He disregards the mismatch And stretches for the sun Life the fiercest battle A war that’s never won Commits his life to reaching Reaching for the sun He asks the aged pastor     Disillusioned as the nun Confides in self and marches on Onward towards the sun Saw life and fortune a lady Took a chance with love Traded breast and beauty Traded it for the sun His only life a sacrifice A gamble for a goal With faith and strength he pushes on He strains his empty soul Tried to be a good man Emulates Christ the son Grounded broken wings he ***** Tragically towards the sun To advance the course of history Alexander, Caesar, the *** A martyr for the western world He reaches for the sun To hold the mighty leviathan With gear to catch a cod Born with a head of a ******* He aspires to be a god And oh his quest does beckon Failure certain done What else can he do He reaches for the sun To god he clings his anchor Sworn service to God and Son Hopelessly he leans Leaning towards the son
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Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 7:06 PM UTC
Leaning Towards the Sun
A man he wrote the book A book for all and none About a life spent leaning Leaning towards the sun In search of all a greatness  His life a distant run A battle for a giant He reaches for the sun On a field of giants Merely flesh and blood He disregards the mismatch And stretches for the sun Life the fiercest battle A war that’s never won Commits his life to reaching Reaching for the sun He asks the aged pastor     Disillusioned as the nun Confides in self and marches on Onward towards the sun Saw life and fortune a lady Took a chance with love Traded breast and beauty Traded it for the sun His only life a sacrifice A gamble for a goal With faith and strength he pushes on He strains his empty soul Tried to be a good man Emulates Christ the son Grounded broken wings he ***** Tragically towards the sun To advance the course of history Alexander, Caesar, the *** A martyr for the western world He reaches for the sun To hold the mighty leviathan With gear to catch a cod Born with a head of a ******* He aspires to be a god And oh his quest does beckon Failure certain done What else can he do He reaches for the sun To god he clings his anchor Sworn service to God and Son Hopelessly he leans Leaning towards the son
Drafted September 1990
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Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 7:06 PM UTC
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