*Dear Son,thou art' more than ordinary!*

A lot of us dreamt of so a simple life,
One with happiness filled all around,
An house by the sea shores,
All troubles, chaos of man left abroad shores
Just in a glass house,
Blessed with every morning sight of rising sun,
Not much money to bring us fear,
Not less,to drive us to beg,
Not a name on marbles on national memorials,
And to be washed away like feets mark on sea shores,
just us with the very ones we loved,

As simple as we wished,
It never was meant for us
In the deepest of our souls rise the vilest of cries,
A voice shaken like reeds in the wild,
With fears like the sight of volcanoes stones,
Crying out loud "you were made for more "

We fear the darks,
So we quiver in the cold with our eyes closed
We fear our lights
We hide our lamps under bushels of silent grooves
Afraid to aim and miss,
Afraid to fight and loose
We fear to dream and fail
We hover around in circles
Afraid to shine our lights
So the world afford us less criticism and despair
We hide in the blossom of "good"
When in us,hidden is power of "best"
We wish the world rides,
And pass us bye



O' Dear son,
Thou art' more than ordinary
A clear script to be written with inks of time
A brazened name to be tag on marbles of gold
Love the darkness,
For it will show you stars
Breathe the sparks
Let it burn like wild flames
For this you know far above all things,
Silencing the voice roaring inside of you
The cry for "more from the talents of you"
Is death counting on every seconds you spend
Dear son, what shall we do today
"Same, as we will always do"
Dream big and take over the world!!!

@profakins