MAYBE SOMEDAY

My thoughts are rising up in an uproar

And defeating themselves to leave me blank

Expectations are falling out of places

And shocks displacing certain feelings

I’m not sure what I see

It’s hard to tell flaws in a blurry vision

‘Cos the truth will never seem the surest

But I have to cough out a decision

In any form raw so long as purest

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Maybe someday

I can see far to tell the future

I can read anxious faces and tell fates

I see the happy days coming

Vistas of serendipity

The weaklings can take heart and smile

The oppressed should hold on for a while

Change is coming

So sure I am of this than I am of myself

Suppression will swing the best swords

But freedom will win the day

Change is coming

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I can see the wicked fallen

Fallen on their own swords

Nemesis finally caught up with them

I see Kings dragging their feet

Whiles servants ride in chariots

The mighty seeking out a haven

The sons of men defeating the gods

I see the greed with his hungry fleet

Hoisting flags, drinking to the riots

They are making their way into heaven

But never thought of all the odds

You’ll remain where your deeds remain

And rot where your wickedness rot

Men will live

But only the good ones will last

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