It’s all the same in any age
We wonder what this day may hold
It seems to repeat times of old
But each day is different & the same
We wake & have to play this silly game
What would you do with your blank page
For many they can’t get out of their own cage
Trapped they are in a useless rage
They devise evil plans born of evil thought
But in a cage they’ve already been caught
Today I heard a man tell another not to pray
This is the result of a society in decay
For others the blank page has a faint impression
Look closely & you’ll see hints of compassion
A silent prayer starts the day
No man can restrict what you say
But if they try & muzzle your thoughts
Just remember everyday their soul rots
So, what to do with this page left blank
Be strong knowing if made to walk the plank
You’d fall into the floating arms of an angel
While others sink to the bottom at a steep angle
There’s a blank page in front of all of us
What we do with it is ultimately up to us
Where do we start to right all that’s wrong
We’ve already been told in prophetic song
So, what will your page say at the end of the day
For me….I wrote this as something to say.
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