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A Childs Eyes by Michael Bedol

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A Childs Eyes by Michael Bedol

A child cries..just truth..no lies..teach them love..not to hate..soon..can reach..gods given fate..forgiveness comes..with many masks..some will bury..ignore true facts..let it go..or look away..then never know..hearts beat as one..until there's two..some can choose..though most..can't do..true love..so rare..yet always there..some can blind..others view..just because..they can..and do..only love..can conquer hate..though sometimes..it seems..just to late..as now one..sits upon a throne.. now to judge..who could of known..silence brings..an empty peace..leaves just hate.. so love will cease..its now the case..with her beauty..yet..worn out face..with each cry..now one can lie..be like a child..who knows no hate..learn to love..fullfill gods fate..a curtain was opened..now shut closed..forever now..to be exposed..time now gone..so much went wrong..now listen closely..and hear its cries..a child cant hate..can never lie..take these steps..amongst your walk..singing birds..a threatening hawk..no longer cry..or just hide..look within..what's inside..for a moment..like a child..all love..no hate..again we'll meet..and fulfill..our given fate..