Schim Schimmel

Poem By Rebecca Roberts

Hey, guess what? I'm here.

And I will find a new way

To get out of this world today

I will find a new way to say 'Hey! ' to those that come my way

I have the power

I have the control

Everyone has the power to customize their role

Their niche, their soul, their rhyme

Sometime later there will be no more time

There will be no time

I am not my father

I am not my mother

I will not forge their signature

You are not your father

You are not your mother

You will create your own nature

Because we all know when it's time to go

But we never know when it's time to stay or say no

Skepticism may be true but so is reality

I will never change my nationality

There's a time and a place for everything

Except for what goes on in your mind

Nobody has that kind of time

Without no one to join us in our sickening times

We'd have no words with which to rhyme

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