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•••
©Artitude
Dec 12, 2019
Dec 12, 2019 at 7:20 AM UTC
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•••
©Artitude
