T’ the greatest ruins..
Of an empire,..
Could only be found in its..
Outpost colonies..
In a room full of familiar faces..
It was the stranger..
That heard my knock..
Sage chose,..
To stay up
In the mountains..
He said,..
I just am the farmer’s son..
How can one;
Not born into Royal,..
Be the ruler of Rome?..
Well, were you not told ..
T’ all empires are built ..
By T’ common man..
And all men are born without..
Picture above is of Helen Keller
Of an empire,..
Could only be found in its..
Outpost colonies..
In a room full of familiar faces..
It was the stranger..
That heard my knock..
Sage chose,..
To stay up
In the mountains..
He said,..
(It is there,
that my worth is known)..
Among my own, that my worth is known)..
I just am the farmer’s son..
How can one;
Not born into Royal,..
Be the ruler of Rome?..
Well, were you not told ..
T’ all empires are built ..
By T’ common man..
And all men are born without..
Picture above is of Helen Keller
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