• Words may cluster my mind,
    Clouds may crowd the sky.

    Birds may fly together,
    Children may flock together.

    The generations may be shifting,
    but the traditions may stay silky.

    Our past fathers may have went through the same,
    for the kids of today that may not have came.


    Work may be hard,
    people maybe able to buy everything with a card.

    The world maybe cruel,
    but the fight for life maybe a duel.

    Your passion maybe dead,
    but there still maybe a thread.

    There may still be a maybe,
    but there will always be a will.