As i battle the pain of separation
I work and strive for reparation
The chance to journey into space
Going for a distant race
Is there anything to mean?
What can be greater seen
Is there a river to the ocean?
Where flows all this devotion
The rhyme takes form
In a world cold and warm
The climbing to the top
Does not mean wicked hop
Burned to the ground
Loss of friendship gone
The overarching story
need not be dull and gory
The satisfaction of tomorrow
Overcoming pain and sorrow
The lines keep flowing down
Unsure of what is found
About the Creator
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