A C L U E

 
Here we are,
What do we do?
Yell at us, please tell us,
Give us a clue.

Tell us the meaning,
Of being free.
Tell us the truths,
About humanity.

Is it not right to tell us,
For we are not old.
The real meaning of love,
The strong and the bold.

No matter what time,
No matter what place.
Leave us a sign,
Or even a trace.

To know we are loved,
To know we are strong,
Then life will keep going,
Like a beautifu song.

The clue of the spirit,
The sorol and the mind.
Are yours to look for,
Yours to find.

So tell us the meaning,
Of being free.
About life on earth,
About humanity.

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Rita Caine Lee

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