Morals are gained through loss of innocence...
For the one inside,
for the one who hides,
for those who tenderly weep,
for those who can not sleep,
for ones cold with fear,
for ones that do not hear,
for the less,
for the more,
for the rest,
for the poor...
Listen here,
Hear my tale...
Sit back, while,
this story I regale...
And if all the people,
Sad, lonely, and ble,
If they listen to me...
With their hearts true...
They shall hear,
With open ears,
the truth in the worlds;
the truth of the worlds
And the innocence of the
moral to this story...
(And, naturally, a story would follow... which I'm still working on! ;-) A lot of my poems are written for stories.)
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