Where’s their meaning? Where’s their heart?
What makes them laugh? What makes them smile?
deep within each soul I meet
there is a joy that is their seat.
Sometimes we lose it – freedoms way;
we listen to what those voices say.
that little voice that undermines
And hides from us life’s meanings signs.
It overwhelms our world with woe
and tells us we can never go
to places deep within our heart
where lies our own true healing art.
Hello cruel world, I’m here to join this circus.
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