Through the darkness of the night,
Anon
We seek the light of day.
Where did it go,
And when will it return?
We don't like the darkness as we cannot see,
See life,
See people,
See what we are touching,
Knowing that things are real.
Is it not true that the only things that are true
Are those things that we feel?
If this is the case then we should open
Our eyes to the world,
Feel its warm embrace,
Feel the love which is given to us;
Given to us on a daily basis
From something or someone that we cannot see,
From a being that we know is real,
As he has given us a feeling
Much stronger than fear or hatred,
The feeling of love.
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