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In Your Own Sight
In Your Own Sight
A lofty eyed generation Without thought or hesitation Hold themselves in high esteem Building on imagined dreams Reality is sheer perfection Chosen god-like by self election Their only thought…make a name Carving notches with their fame CHORUS 1: They cry let’s make a name Make a name Bring us honor Recognition…Fame Come out on top…can’t complain That’s the purpose of life’s game Look upon the face of pride Something that the eyes can’t hide Here we see the heart’s condition Loosing sight of it’s true mission CHORUS 2: They cry let’s make a name Make a name Bring us honor Recognition…Fame Too soon…it’s called…end of game No one remembers…such a shame ©2004 Susan D. i would like to say thank you to Heaven for the inspiring post that was made in the Faith Forum that brought about this piece... :) |
I Loved It
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i like that one
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Thanks :jam: :jam: :jam: :jam: :jam:
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:o :o HaHa Sorry Ann , wrong poem :D
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