sing me a field I can run thru
build me a bicycle for all
blaze trails that bridge humanity
let the goshawks hear our call
breathe the air, strong and distant
that fuels the flame of the wise
fly to the edge of a cliche
scream visions to the sunrise
run alongside the wolf pups
reflect on the wooded hue
ring the bell of redemption
exposed by the morning dew
perfect the vision of love
push thru conflicted bounds
make instuments of insult
and peace your only sound
us...11/22/09
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