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Many's the place I called home but none were quite the truth Realities found within the mind of each and every youth

I wish my friends to know of me that I see them as a treasure The pains of our lives that we share are the jewels by which I measure

The wind from our lives blows by us marking as time runs out it cries Filling life's sails with tattle tales while the dream of our childhood dies ..

A poem by Tate Morgan,Craig, Emma, and many ,many more. All true friends of the light!

There are some men, who can't sit still wandering souls who don't fit in You'll find they trek the globe at will breaking the hearts, of next of ki..

Today the masses took Wall Street To find Robin Hoods evil twin I thought they might tar and feather him as they had done to his past kin

Bells of the town clock tower took too much from you and me Yet off to the rock and river they give of life for eternity

Those who live forever bonded round a fire and hearth, spin their tales Are stories truly worth the cost of a poor mother's cries and wails

If only I could travel back to correct the sins of my youth I could tell him to be like me knowing I was telling the truth

When once we walked among the trees equals in every measure Both felt the blowing of the breeze that bespoke of life’s true treasure