spring of the peaceful spent inside cages
while money accrues down in the basement
while survival is a requirement
and living one day to the next again
what are we but flowers shedding our leaves?
the promise of something our parents waged
a chance to believe in something as faith
it never tires it never wavers
but hope by its side, faith will be stronger
it forgets being born to tedium
and called-upon-last by its medium
faith is rewarded -- wild spring flowers--
those that grow in out-of-the-way places
where least expected to proliferate
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