NAFTAA Poem by Tate MorganIt matters not to me the end nor to what ailment I succumb Just shine a star to guide my life help those in need to not grow numbI have wondered on life's purpose through blinding sun in bad weather Thought upon gods great mysteries me, myself, yes we, together Hope and Love have took turns in life each led me up every hill Hope gave me the strength to live Love kept me warm in winters chill I am fortunate as a man to have come to this place so far To weather life's uncounted storms and sail through with nary a scar Sometimes I think we try to fix what we as men think is broken Only to find that in the end the true needs will go unspoken It matters not to me the end nor to what ailment I succumb Just shine a star to guide my life help those in need to not grow numb We say that what doesn't kill you will strengthen both you and your clan I think I'd rather be naive than to aspire to a tougher man Hopelessness "Imported from Detroit." Why do we think we can solve the worlds problems? We need to solve our own.
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StatsAuthorTate MorganMarion , OHAboutAvailable from Amazon XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX I am a product of the Midwest. Raised on the plain states of North America. I was nurtured on a .. more..Writing
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