We do as we choose to our ends
We do as we must to our benefit
When will we open blind eyes?
When will it be shown, our sorrow?
To hurt is to end a life
To endure is to bring the pain
There was once a time when men held sway
There was once a time when women were bold
Reality crept in and tore them asunder
Showing them that boldness and sway
Mean nothing to a heart full
Only Love for another brings beauty
Only Love for another brings completion
When will we open blind eyes?
The hurt is too great to be sought
The hurt is too great to be endured
Send away the strife of pain
Bring in the healing of new Love.

M. Pinnell (c)

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