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Standing Out

People are searching for something bold
They struggle to defy the common mold
To be an original is the ultimate mission
As though nothing we have was taught or given
They don’t comprehend the simple mysteries
Like the greatest of all is the least of these
They can’t see the tree with roots stretched to the sky
Can’t understand how that to live we must die
Perceiving not how to stand our knees
Confused by saying all men are like trees
They seek answers to questions they can’t state
Solutions to problems impossible to formulate
Sacrifice to them is great loss
They don’t see a trophy only a cross
When  the warfare begins
They see more fails than wins
Not knowing what armor to wear
They entered the battle unprepared
Because they didn't ever study
They don’t recognize the enemy
Defeat becomes a constant trend
Till death puts the war to end
For with eyes not seeing and ears that don’t hear
There seems to be nothing special here
So how could they know that beneath badgers skin
Is the greatest place they could be in
The chance to become something bold
Comes through surviving fire and resulting  pure gold
It’s not an original that they should be
But a carbon copy of someone you see
A total likeness in image and name
For to truly stand out we must all be the same


7/20/14




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