Divide


Greatness is a fickle thing

That much demands of those

Whose fingers reach toward heaven

To touch divine presence

And those heavenly winged beings

Call down to us below

Guiding our direction with their songs

Though our own familiar demons

Prideful arrogance eschew

To drown out the perfect chords

And oft lead us astray

But cannot that reason o’ercome

In which we all take part

A reason which makes us family

Of the mind and of the soul

So would we humble ourselves to listen

Rather above than from within

And closer come together

Cross that divide and find greatness

The world better to make

And to each other forgiven

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About The Lost Poet

I write because I find inspiration. It is my hope that through my writing some connections may be felt. Everything I write comes from my experiences with life, and with the people that I love. I try to remember to see myself in everyone, and everyone in myself.
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