The Soul Within Us All
Artifacts of artistry
Approach a blurred mind trembling
And we will go remembering
When youth was our despair.
On steeds of deeds a galloping,
Surrendering to luck
From life we plucked
A pear or two
With lips pressed dripping,
Sipping only time.
We made it rhyme, by God
We made life fine.
And on the sands of Israel
Beneath the twilight sky
We found our Babylon
Within a newborns cry
And all of us, each one
Is not alone;
The light that is the soul of us
Still burns where love is shone.
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