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THE CYCLE STARTS AGAIN
We are born alive free from fear,
Nothing known of what is near,
Worries or hate we do not know,
Just love as we begin to grow.
But sure enough the circle turns,
We demand and feed our yearns,
Fear of life comes drifting in,
As we grow up filled with sin.
Always hurting feeling pain,
Never happy when it rains,
Wanting more and more each day,
Forgetting dreams that fade away.
Then one day we settle down,
See our toddlers running round,
But always knowing deep within,
The cycles starting once again.
By B Kingsford Copy Write 2,004
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