when the eyes of inspiration
wake to the reality of dreams;
and words find voice behind the mic.
I hope you realize your dreams
long before the dry dawn.

when voices travel with the wind
across the mountain of doubt;
and the hungry kids are fed
with food for thought.
I hope your name lives in the sun
long after you're gone.

I hope they remember your voice
and sing to the children unborn.

I hope your name don't burn
along the old books on the shelf.

I HOPE YOUR WORDS IS THE VOICE THEY LISTEN•••

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