Weathered hearts
beating upon
closed doors,
containing closed minds.
Tattered feet
walking upon
land of the free?
home of the brave?
To those soft-spoken souls,
this is no place for you.
If you desire victory,
you'd better knuckle up.
Then see no father,
hear no father,
speak no father,
and they will believe no father.
Regardless of how it all seems,
this is all but a dream
When your soul is feeling faithless
because you miss your child's embraces.
don't ever give up
hoping, one day?
perhaps someday,
things just
might change?

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