When those innocent childhood days take flight
And adulthood, with its ache, comes to view,
We awake to misery, fear, and blight,
Where happiness ascends upon the few.
Encircled by savagery and endless strain
Controlled by elders, who do as they may,
Sharing not that good life, but whirling pain.
For this we sing, we dance, we scream, and we pray.
We cry to the invisible above.
Ah! The real truth we fail to understand
Is the power of hugs, enclosed by love,
With sweet kisses and a touch of a hand.
This joy, above all else for sure exists,
Is a loving savior within our midst.
from VERSES & LYRICS
c Copyright 2006 Zishan Evans
© Copyright 2016 zel10256. All rights reserved.
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