To bring light back to this world Requires a philosophy you have In the past rejected out of hand To love the universe in whole To see the patterns playing out Behind each care-wrought face To love them for their frailties For their base and unkempt passions But most for their higher nature Deep behind those dark walls High courts where flowers bloom Unseen past the masonry and wire Hope and fidelity to fellow men Purple crocuses in winter's grass Caring and compassion budding A wish that Winter's end is soon The world we see with weary eyes Is a tired, cold and wasted land If we would warm that world We must see past the twisted metal With our fresh and unused hearts From that first act stream the smiles The words, and the actions to break Sullen Winter's desperate hold
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