Without
More alive are the colors of the earth
In the rainbow of the world
Than the sum of our souls
That the depths of our spirits cannot comprehend
What the voice of nature can bare
In the never-ending cycle of civilization unfolds
In the absence of peace is another struggle
Feeling forsaken with no sense of salvation
This is humanity, society in the flesh
The way most of us live, lived and will live
Is but a cry in the woods and something else to mourn
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