Somehow when we are young,
Fear and Hate invade our souls.
Their roots grow strong within us.
Together and Alone
Images control our life.
They create our world.
Our lives become
So isolated, so soon.
The evil is obvious.
Maybe we become sensitive
To the world's pain,
Maybe it's ours.
Hope becomes the answer.
And within the same,
We begin to believe it.
Still searching,
Our experience shines.
Quietly we follow the signs.
Finally love
Envelops us all,
A world reunion.
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