I'm different, idealsitic, does that make me eclectic?
I'm a visionary, I can sense you detect it
I am who I am, not quite what you expected
To the soul searcher these words are directed
The way of the world, Should you reject it?
The opinion of your brother, Could you respect it?
A solid biblical truth, Would you accept it?
The natural gift that you posess, Do you neglect it?
We all are as limbs of extension
Grasping at opportunities of invention
We journey throughout diverse demensions
Seeking to share our good intentions
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