My Dead Language

Through skies young and old

Through skies young and old
I have been born
I have been born bold
Fate be kind
And fortune be gentle
On my sensitive spirit
I have been lifted
Beyond any means of returning
Praised by any reason possible
Everything I ever knew
And I ever wanted to know
Definitely what I’ve overlooked
Wanting no more than justice
And having little faith

-J. Barajas

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