i feel the need for steed ©

Round up the posse,
the stallion's at the gate.
We call on all heavenly,
then we sit and wait.
They fly on their steed,
to us on earth below.
May we no longer have the need,
to worry about how hatred grows.
May all evil like garbage be tossed,
may only goodness remain.
May all our burdens be lost,
when the angels stake their claim.
Look toward the light,
and say a hearty prayer.
Wish with all your might,
that hope is always found there!
Copyright ©2004~S@L

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