In a flower there's life,
It grows and it glows,
Neath the bright morning sun,
Such a beautiful rose.
In life there are memories,
Remembered with love,
Soft and gentle,
Like a white morning dove.
In hope there is faith,
That maybe one day,
There'll be peace,
There'll be love,
Heading our way,
No more wars,
No more hate,
I long for the day.
Jayne Louise Davies
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