The love that lives inside the soul of man-
its light, now dimmed by all it has endured;
obscured and muted—stripped down to the core
and buried in the depths of selfish sand-
our flame of unity, no longer fanned;
the dove of peace and freedom strains to soar;
the silenced voice of our compassion's roar
is more than my torn heart can understand
Then all at once, when every hope seems lost
a happening awakens us at last;
a common thread we use to try to mend;
a cause we deem as worthy of the cost.
We gather all our lessons from the past;
with fortitude and strength, we rise again
© 2011 Keith Horton
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