Francis on Nostr: The great men stride through history's page, Their deeds engraved, their wars, their ...
The great men stride through history's page, Their deeds engraved, their wars, their sage. But now they rest beneath the earth, Their stories told of might and worth.
I gaze upon their lofty height, Yet feel no wings to match their flight. For I am neither great nor gone, Just one who walks the path they're on.
Life's road is paved with stones of pain, And fears of storms and coming rain. Perhaps I'm scared of trials ahead, The unknown paths I’ve yet to tread.
But if I rise or if I fall, There's solace in the sun's warm call. To feel its glow upon my skin, And watch the dusk as days begin.
Greatness may or may not come, Yet in these moments, I am one. Content to breathe and watch the sky, As time and heroes pass me by.
I gaze upon their lofty height, Yet feel no wings to match their flight. For I am neither great nor gone, Just one who walks the path they're on.
Life's road is paved with stones of pain, And fears of storms and coming rain. Perhaps I'm scared of trials ahead, The unknown paths I’ve yet to tread.
But if I rise or if I fall, There's solace in the sun's warm call. To feel its glow upon my skin, And watch the dusk as days begin.
Greatness may or may not come, Yet in these moments, I am one. Content to breathe and watch the sky, As time and heroes pass me by.