He is a player and a thief, with no bounty in hand
Broken hearts are no reward for the boy disguised as a man
He rides the rails with an empty soul, like a man on the run
He can’t bear his own reflection, piercing eyes of a motherless son
Author: WILDsound Festival
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I LIVE IN THE PRESENT, Poetry by Ehi Mary Okwechime
I have a dream
Its thought lightens my heart
Waking each day to its fulfillment
Brings joy without bounds.
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