I HEARD A FAINT CRY

I saw a simple sight 

of men 

But the intelligent 

would call it profane 

I heard a faint cry 

of men 

but academia 

would say to me 

prove its existence 

but with persistent 

I try to explain 

the more I try 

the more they 

Say my words 

were vain 

I told them we came 

into this world 

with nothing 

and as we return 

our hands would be 

empty still 

The world is a bully 

and it takes all 

like a house in a casino 

But I told them my soul 

is going wherever 

I go.... 

So I take what's given 

and return to who I was 

before 

It's not how much 

we achieve 

It's who we all believe 

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