How it could be

The soul emerges from the dark of the night.
Born free and without the works of sight.

Together we blossom in the hallways of bliss.
Set aside from the whiles of solitude with this.

While others plunder and rage,
torn asunder by the demands of the cage.

A wise priest once said that the family truly is heaven on earth,
or at least should be for the the little ones at birth.

Some say the earth cannot be changed,
yet there where life is so simple we prove that it can.


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