Road Pedals

For the Sake of the Pact,

the abstract is fact,

now Society pushed back,

creating a wave to title the smack.

 Fortunate you'll be,

should you not have to bleed,

as The World is the Place,

so many to face.

Tortured for only the time in short,

the years of exchange,

a death sentence plays,

the pleasant okay,

is only in say.

Wild to roam,

accepting the scorn,

the days of great labor,

will be just a favor,

to get a friend through,

this type of estrangement,

that keeps lives apart with formal arrangements.

To have thought that requests would have answered to bless,

to not be the stool or the pigeon in tool,

the flight made aware that there is not a care,

for the ones whom have fought so hard to repair.

I love you guys!!