A Place Called Home
One voice.
One dream.
One hope.
A million like
come from a million different ways.
A million things to know,
a million words to say.
Silence the bad,
silence the crowd.
Who would have thought
one voice could speak so loud?
Listen to that voice
and let it guide you.
Listen to that voice,
it is inside you.
A nation unites
all the people conform.
And through one voice
they make it through the storm.
So one voice becomes many
many become one;
and we find ourselves a better world.
We find ourselves a place called home.
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The political part ... if you were wondering... is in the final stanza that I did not include in this post because I didn't want people's views on this poem to be too much inflicted by the person's name included in it...if you really want to read the "lost stanza" lol just pm me and I will give it to you...
