Western wise men set their sites on having, and then along the road we stop being. Were hurriedly running around seeking, but know where are we finding. Forces have us cowering, when we see we should be flowering. The buildings are towering, but the water is souring. So stop me if you feel this devouring. I alone see, all our eyes shining. Tears wiped away, our hopes are thriving. Were not to seek and see, were here to love, and be. Glittering stars, reflecting sea. Our souls are back and their not leaving, and trumpets are blown and angels are singing. From above, were found again, the meaning is united. A whole and healed heart, no longer divided. Our beauty is our sword, our love is our battering ram. The wall of purpose is broken, and our quiet voice has spoken. Now, our real life begins.
KDJH
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