"Cobwebs Of Time" We stand upon a solid ground
Unique and lade with wealth
Create and frame our nations, bound
With threads of grace and stealth
Wrapped tightly within our ability
To prove to all the world
The webs that we create and weave
Bear sadness when unfurled
The paradox of minds and hands
Compel our earth to sigh
Abuse and power bind the strands
That make our people cry.
We move ahead with rapid speed
Chase rainbows arching proud
But still we cannot clothe and feed
The hungry, these webs shroud.
For we are mirrors that reflect
The purpose in our goal
The price we pay as we perfect
The cobwebs of our soul.
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