When joy was out for the taking

A little feather once brought joy

To hearts that sagged with pain.

And their fragments were but a little toy

That kept us smooth and sane.

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When life was just light and small

A crumb of glow satisfied it much.

But as the path grew wide and tall,

Lightning dared never to try and touch.

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How does sunshine brighten nights?

How can smiles strengthen gloom?

How do cannons bloody fights?

How does hope conquer doom?

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My heart has grown to full to store

Every vestige pain can give.

Never ceasing to ask for more,

More life with which to live.