The Player

Hes the perfect winner of life.it talks about the great people of this world who plants the seed of hope in all those in despair.

The Player-

the game of life is wat he plays,surely a winner in his own race.
some kind of vision dats full of grace.

hes that kinda winner's face for whom ur glass would raise.

yeah,its a feeling of hope and love and fame.

the player is now here to play wid ur mind,to kill ur thoughts of lies n pride

your search for pride and lust is done,

with something lost and found which was surely worth the run.

so this is  what you gonna gain out of this never ending wheel,

where time is da real king,

to end the massacre of hate and helpless cries.

The player now dissipates the prodigals mind
To ashes are turned his lies and pride

yeah,hes that feeling of hope and love and fame

The language of the world speaks of the things left unsaid,

the soul of the universe says never are u on your own.

Yeah.the player is now coming to your town.

0r indeed there's a player hidden in every town.

Reviews

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

Well expressed poem! We all fall under people playing the player! Beware!

[cfix]

I know alot of people like this, This is amazing!

[HopelesslyDevoted]

i agree, great poem. i know so many people like this, you really explained this well.

[Chris Smith Welshpoetcs]

We get played when we fall victims of the game, good poem.