I run behind my friends so fast,
that I trip my way and fall in past
So to my grace, I find my mind
to leave me then to a thought remind.
The day of lord 1939 Saturday,
this boy of gold in his mind
He had a dream to make a way,
for which with mind I declined.
Ten years down I heard a sound,
it was a bird in the cage.
I heard him but I didn’t respond
and time had passed from teen that age.
Then thousand more days that day at dusk,
a lady so fine in old of her.
A simple gesture did she make,
which so major I dint take.
Another time was given,
by the holy sound of repent;
I heard him fine in my mind
He sends me back to places lined.
I come back sound on this day,
running behind my friends again
and happy I am where I lay,
for tons of wisdom to my gain.
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