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Rivaled Beauty


Where is my focus? I need a direction A place where I'm sane And can come clean with all my confessions "I have a dream," he said While alive was bloodshed and things that made men red Yet he still rose to success That favored us best Yet carried all the rest from insane distress We live and we hope Take down all the ropes And on occasion play jokes But what can rival the beauty of it? What can tear it down and clasp the heart of victory? "What can?" Shes asks But he said "We may have come on different ships, but were on the same boat now." Lets hand over the light In spite of unforgiving rights And learn to love the beauty we dominate as one Some strive for prosperity Bundled up in a bed of roses While others come to the realization how fortune isn't always in favor when taking the easy street Its those sticky moments That glue us to the utmost core of reality All those abnormalities Stuck in fatality While they all keep the same mentality Lets call it rivaled beauty.
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