Heart of the people
A train glides through the fog
It sings this restless song
For all who don’t have a home
Forgot their coming from
They believe in the great journey
This worth of their worries
It’s worth to seek out angels
They hide between these pages
From books to earth they fall
It doesn’t matter here how small
The good they do is made
For it’s our ace of spades
In winning the human race
Deep in the night
Ride through the darkness
In a world made dull by heartless
I am a voyager
So I search on
Until I find
The heart of the people
A place where they show care
And love and peace is shared
About the Creator
竜鶴
Just a lonely person who writes out feelings, thoughts and dreams to get them out. Could talking ever suffice for a poetic mind?
Maybe others find themselves in similar thoughts. To you I reach out.
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