Born into a family in sheer poverty,
Living at the bottom of the food chain in the society,
But still holding on to a dream of little possibility.
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Born into a home of an average man,
Doing as much as he can,
Working overtime as a measly pay of a low ranked policeman,
But the little boy still builds on in his head,
That world changing plan.
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Born into a world of little need,
Where there is little to no worry as to how and when to feed,
Where it is seen the easiest to succeed,
The growing child decides not to leave this to faith,
And waters the already planted seed.
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Born into separate worlds,
Each child with his own troubles and separate turns,
But each with a choice,
To live free and see where faith may lead,
Or to take that dream or plan and follow the path of becoming what they really seek,
Truly great men.
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