My gift to the world

My Gift To You The World

My gift to you is somewhat strange,

it's hidden and silent,

alone and unheard,

but it still lives beneath the darkened sun,

it's love and hope and joy and sight,

it's knowing what's right and wrong,

it cried for life,

and I heard it cry,

I've tried to lift its spirits high,

to let other people wonder of its glow,

its burn for eternal happiness,

our burn for eternal peace.



To give these it's hard,

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