The Bastard of Life


Fatherless
Raised with no structure or forceful hand
No strong words of guidance
Left to roam free with no sure stand
Living in it, is as if you were in a trance
Alternating between love and hate
Happiness and sadness
Not knowing what lies in your fate
So unknowing as a sea's abyss
Oh if life were to have a father
How different would it be
Some people say it's God others do not bother
I learn what is as I live and see
Life is not the bastard but it's your goals and dreams
You can give life to many but it's up to you to connect the seams
It is up to you to complete the dream.

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