To keep this dream alive

I have to try or else I’ll die
I need live so I can give.
I need my words To fly like the birds
into humanity’s Hard of hearing ears .
So I can plant the seeds of ideas into ones mind .
So they can know and thrive with thoughts.
And gloriously grow into illustrious inspirations
That sprouts Up Into the sky
To bloom Out A chance to finally dance through perfections precious door .
For I know soon I’ll have to Go but I won’t stop fighting for my dream to finally frolic into The fabulous forest of Freedom.
So if there still A chance I’ll Desperately dive Down into the world For that’s My Purpose of being alive so I still shall sweat, work, sob and cry and eventually die in order for my Dream to finally flourishing and thrive. We live to give the word out to cry and shout in order for perfection to be born and not torn from us all .
No we must stand tall in order to keep this precious pearl of freedom peace tranquility and brotherhood alive.