This is a call for you maybe,
A call for you to save me,
You have the key to free,
Without it am just a tree,
And so I must remove the doubt,
Water me so I can sprout,
Give me a voice so I can shout,
I'm on road but I need a route,
This is my calling,
Time for me to stop crawling,
I jumped and I'm still falling,
Time is so stalling,
And so I pick up the phone,
In the papers trying to leave a clone,
Trying to get my people to be known,
Trying to turn every stone,
Won't stop until I have grown,
But in this game I am still on prone,
Still trying to be my own,
Was thrown,
On my zone,
Looking for my throne,
But this time I am not alone,
This is my calling but am out looking for the phone,
Trying so hard to not be a clone,
Forgetting that I am not alone.
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Success: Motivator
PoetryA motivation poetry book to help people succeed their dreams.
