A Child


A CHILD IS ALWAYS FORMING
LIKE RAIN DROPS IN A CLOUD
LET US NOT BREED LIGHTNING
HOPE BROKEN BY THUNDER`S SOUND

TOLERANCE FOR EACH OTHER
SHOUD NOT BE HARD TO FIND
IF THE PATH WE SEEK TO FOLLOW
IS ALWAYS TO BE KIND

REMEMBER STEPS WHERE LOVERS STOOD
THEN WALKED OUT ON NEW GROUND
THEY LOVED AS HARD AS LOVERS COULD
RESENTMENT CANNOT CHANGE THE FACT
THAT IT MIGHT NOT HAVE BEEN FOUND

CREATING A SOUL WHOES CHILDHOOD
MUST PASS THROUGH FLAMES OF TIME
REMEMBER WE ARE THE ONES THAT
ARE FORGING THE SHAPE OF A MIND

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