So much for 1

They do not try to be that one,
but they are there like the rising sun,
the face among the closed gaps,
hands together in constant claps,
blank but true in their worded inspires,
filling almost all of your in need desires,
held together with open hugging grasp,
with fingers interlocked in tightening clasp,
forever envisioned to be more than great,
but someone out there has their hate,
greed overtakes the matters of care,
the times overshadow without compare,
blinding the darkness with lightning strikes,
by someone who's trustless of dislikes,
jealous of the fact that the one is pure,
thought of as the disease and them the cure.