Why is my soul
	Encased in lead,
	When all around me
	Spring is blooming?
	Every bud gives love,
	All it has,
	Knowing faithfully
	That what it gives
	Gladly, will gladly
	Be received.
	There is no hate
	In all the Universe
	Save alone
	In the human soul.

4/18/78

© Fred O'Bryant. All rights reserved.

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