There is an uproar for elites Lads that have out grown childhood Sisters that have become mothers They never fail, they are omini glorious I'm trying to hold the ever running hands To grace the face of knowledge and fame I keep running but back into my cocoon With no experience I stare in awe Where do I stand.? Is there a place for the black sheep ? The ones that look nothing like their predecessors The square pegs in a round hole I know nothing about greatness I hold no cure to low self esteem We're everywhere and we're broken Grace the great, Grace us too. CATALEA BONEZ
Be the charm in your world