if you had been in hell all of your life would you recognise or trust or
take the hand that reached out to you with love, could you see what
lies above and not below, would you, could you, should you ever let all
your sorrow go? Please do
We all have our crosses to bare i have so many it almost seems untrue
but they are there, they mark my skin, they run deep, they're in my
blood but they don't mean I can't, i won't, i haven't got a chance in
hell of making good on all my promise
and so on i go, listening intently, setting my intentions, rattling
cages, singing the song of ages, making myself look silly, dancing like
it's going out of fashion as though no-one is watching even though i
know that every thing is staring and caring, every thing is alive,
animals are people too, and people are animals that's why it's wrong to
eat animals because it's a kind of carnivorous canibalism that's my
opinion i know but when you start to see all life as your brother and
sister what's one less murder worth to ya? Start to take the hand that
guides and holds you close and dear
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