An Honorable Sacrifice-->

It’s in the self serving of most goals that I be who I can’t help but be.

In some ways I’m a father, a peasant of my company yet a man who is free.

But in others I’m capitivated by the surrounding bind that glues me to my family.

I shuffle my own desires about the box that is my life, sometimes unserving to me.

The sun shines on my back and warms my soul for the loving sacrifice.

At the humble altar of toil for which a man gives his sweat for a bag of rice.

Responsible for the stray thoughts who lead to idle hands gambling like dice.

For every moment is production and through it production becomes a vice.

To hold a child high on light and call it’s name knowing that it’s of you.

This is a gift, a burden and a reward that gives and takes you through.

To see deep in the eyes of your love and know she depends you be true.

This is a gift, a burden and a reward that reflects what you need to do.

Every day has it’s gift and that present is yours and yours alone.

When you attract abundance through depth of desire your reward is grown.

No desire is greater than the pride of showing your family’s flag flown.

From two we come and through two we give one at a time as our flag is sewn.