All that was lost opens opprtun All that was lost opens opportunities for us to find ourselves; if at least for the first time ever All that has been destroyed begs us to question why we came here The grotesque nature we have allowed ourselves to fall in creates an endless state of amnesia so we forget about the time when we were once divine The more we throw stones at each other the farther we are from marble halls The more our women give into envy and jealousy, the more they are hindered to be the treasures of gold, diamonds and pearls - exuding ethereal beauty
The more we focus on material significance, the more our souls are left begging The more we make rash decisions with an open mind, the more we are forced to live with those consequences The choices you are making, the choices you have made, can you live with them for ten years to come or the rest of your life? How rich are you to afford such a hefty debt? But this is the rhyme, the rhythm that the kingdoms have sent down to the material world... A hefty heifer hole and a pole for prowl; oh goal But what about our own goals Are we cyborgs or are we souls? Are we going to let the insecurities of one or a few compromise our own happiness? Why are we so uneasy, we know only attacking the centredness of another We are enemies of peace because we are not friends of love and yet we are quick to demand mercy
Such irresponsibility! Not taking account for the things we've done We are afraid of mirrors because we cannot face the demons we've gowned ourselves to inhabit And yet we can proudly call ourselves princes and princesses Or Kings and Queens Leaders and representatives of State
But our objectives are the complete opposite Our deeds are the complete opposite Our thoughts and emotions tell a complete dark story
But if you can confess to yourself the things you've done wrong then you can confide them in another If you can confess the things you aspire to be then you are ready to break out of your shell Once again a pure chance for us to find ourselves; if at least for the first time ever All that has been destroyed begs us to question why we came here The grotesque nature we have allowed ourselves to fall in creates an endless state of amnesia so we forget about the time when we were once divine The more we throw stones at each other the farther we are from marble halls The more our women give into envy and jealousy the more they are hindered to be the treasures of gold, diamonds and pearls - exuding ethereal beauty
The more we focus on material significance, the more our souls are left begging The more we make rash decisions with an ooen mind, the more we are forced to live with those consequences The choices you are making, the choices you have made, can you live with them for ten years to come or the rest of your life? How rich are you to afford such a hefty debt But this is the rhyme, the rhythm that the kingdoms have sent down to the material world... A hefty heifer hole and a pole for prowl; oh goal But what about our own goals Are we cyborgs or are we souls? Are we going to let the insecurities of or a few compromise our own happiness? Why are we so uneasy, we know only attacking the centredness of another We are enemies of peace beacuse we are not friends of love and yet we are wuick to run after mercy
Such irresponsibility Not taking account of the things we've done We are afraid of mirrors because we cannot face the demons we've gowned ourselves to inhabit And yet we can proudly call ourselves princes and princesses Or Kings and Queens Leaders and representatives of state
But our objectives are the complete opposite Our deeds are the complete opposite Our thoughts and emotions tell a complete dark story
But if you can confess to yourself the things you've done wrong then you can confide them in another If you can confess the things you aspire to be then you are ready to break out of your shell Once again a pure soul.
Until you've accepted all you've lost you won't be able to have the wherewithal to dig deep within yourself to create a new world and a new you. Moving on allows new avenues to open up.
THE SONG TP THE POEM Titled: "GRATEFUL DOR AFRICA" _
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