Some That Escaped
In the struggle to be a part of life;
Mans dreams are cut from him, by societies knife.
It's not a blade of steel and gold,
It's the heart that beats blood cold.
But even through the years of pain,
There are the few that can exclaim,
"I will escape!"
As their life, goes on and on.
They learn to live, for their song.
While others take and never bring,
The 'scaped play their tune and sing.
And, when they turn and leave for home,
Their song has not lost it's tone;
For, they have escaped.
And to the ones, that are themselves;
Who take their thoughts, from the shelves,
And spread them all, far and wide;
To your hearts, you've never lied.
You have escaped...
Mans dreams are cut from him, by societies knife.
It's not a blade of steel and gold,
It's the heart that beats blood cold.
But even through the years of pain,
There are the few that can exclaim,
"I will escape!"
As their life, goes on and on.
They learn to live, for their song.
While others take and never bring,
The 'scaped play their tune and sing.
And, when they turn and leave for home,
Their song has not lost it's tone;
For, they have escaped.
And to the ones, that are themselves;
Who take their thoughts, from the shelves,
And spread them all, far and wide;
To your hearts, you've never lied.
You have escaped...
Please login or register
You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
Login or Registerleave comments/feedback and rate this poem.