There are princes;
There are clowns;
There are vicars;
There are atheists;
There are heroes;
There are persons.
But have you noticed
We all face nothing but trials?
A chance to change,
Th grace to make better thy image,
All within a scope timed;
Yet always given a rope.
Some only grabbed by faith
The essence of a richer hope.
Remember the story of Cain and of Seth.
What's the essence of a journey
If not a destination?
Eternal
Or normal?
What's the beauty of matrimony
If in one's spouse finds no attraction?
Love be everywhere
But one only be true.
There are blondes, blacks and beauties many where
But there's a woman of virtue.
It's a cause that becomes a cause,
You must thrive to review, thus.
A chance to change,
The grace to make better,
Many cries from these wipes,
Yet, cry those with less than a reason.
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