I lost all my mentors

They spilled out on the floor

And rolled away with memories

Of being a child on the floor

I left all my heros

Stranded in history

Trapped far from my reality

And heard only through the whispered words of ghosts

Pastor. President. Parent. Professor.

Whoever you are

Once again line the pages in books in my knapsack

So that I can wish upon your stars

I toss words like admiration and emulation

At straw people that crumble apart

And goodness and justice still come like doves

They fly through my world

But never land near today’s leaders

So, I kneel down and pray for a king

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