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I simple instruction on how to make life make sense. |
Perhaps they're all among us. The people The gifted ones The ones with the voices and the power To bend our will in any way they please Perhaps they walk among us You pass them on the street and think nothing of it Maybe you can see it in the voice of a child struggling to cope with the world The gift of change There was a girl. A pretty girl With a dream She dreamt of change Of a different world She was one of the few The gifted The people They trusted her Her peers thought higly Her teachers gave her praise But she had a dream A dream like no other She could stand up and captivate audiences From all walks of life She could draw them in Make them beleive in what she was saying She was gifted But the world will never know that One morning While walking to school She was hit The car didn't even stop And as she lay in the hospital bed With people swarming in everyday to offer their support She felt her dream slip away As the life drained from her frail body Her mind began to slip Her words became slurred And in her final hours She left us a message She said: Do not let the presures of the world keep you down Take a good look around you Take everything in Then you will see what is truly important A dream will never become the truth unless you make it so And you cannot make it so If no one ever hears it And this is my mistake My dream will die with me But I ask that you make your own dreams So that tomorrows truth may be more gentle And the dreams grander As the fire in her eyes died out And the life in her bones faded And we watched her dream disappear She suddenly shot up declaring: I DIE NOT IN VAIN! FOR MY SPIRIT IS GOING TO HAUGHT THE CRAP OUT OF YOU PEOPLE SO IN REALITY IT IS SIMPLY MY BODY THAT IS DYING! EAT THAT SOCIETY! And then she feel back Closed her eyes And never looked back. There died her genious Her gift The world will never be able to share it And it makes you wonder About the kid down the hall What he could have been What he could have done And the people you pass on the street? Who are they? What will they do? Whose live will they change? And in turn one looks at oneself and asks Who am I? What I am doing? And why? And suddenly. Everything makes sense. |