When we're coined to bring forth
By weight and measure of love
Live a lyrical voice of birds
We're the rhythms of the earth
When made to push at a certain degree
By what we carry we will be
Through many leagues of time
The run will urge our innocence
To have the permanent thought of goodwill
Even after the last breath is I'll
A sudden wave to see indifferent
Is the blessing which the heavens bent
By love and weight unchanged
To inspire the innocent today.

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A sudden touch of goodness