A Journey to the End

Brought forth from a dream

A million born

To reality

Where the pocket of the greed ever so swells

Looking for redemption

Not bags of gold

Rewarded with set standards

Peace taken

Green lashed at their faces

For long, too soon

A misnamed tale of romance

Queue up

Hold tight

Till,

Time brings back that first line

Live on, live well

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