Growing - 29 Mar 2004
In a world of dark and grey
We send our children out to play
No regard for what is right
With no direction or a light
We work for joy we do not get
Work so much that we fret
Looking back we can see
The joy we had, that should be
Running forward to get back
Trying to find what we lack
When we move in truth in love
Guided by help above
We begin to be free
Peace of the Dove inside of me
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