Thank You for Loving Me

 I truly must thank you for the love that I give

Has disbursed into a world far larger

No longer is it directed to you or to that of a few

I truly can change the lives of thousands it's true

I can change the land with a thriving plan

One that will allow a community to expand

For art is forever, until all is removed

From the mind that once fed them of the world they approved 

And I will do all I can so that I may improve

Not just the lives of a few but generations to come through

While I may perish before my plan is complete

My dream is anything but obsolete

Imagine a place where languages thrive 

Where science and math have a place alongside

Tech and engineering and the arts as well

No religion to join, wouldn't that be swell? 

Sure you can practice in your home to no pain

But our community will focus on pushing the plain

I will change all so remember my name

No action left will swelter in vain

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