Our Time

We were beggars in a time
Where we needed to rise
Not with alms in our hands
But with hymns in our throats

Temples crumble and fall
Their dust shan’t choke us
We breathe an air more pure
Than Heaven promised us

Not afraid to shed this mortal coil
Wandering ever forwards great untold
This is the reason to be, to do, to live
Perhaps my quest is an epiphany of fools

But it will keep me smiling for as long as I live.

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