A little soul

Humanity is small and limited,

wisdom kept by desire to flee.

So much in this little world,

oblivious to another's plea.

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The people chase the winds

as the enemy bloodies the lad.

Our Earth is full of action,

Sometimes good, and others, well... bad.

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Sun and moon in worldy cycle

Farmers baking their cracked skin.

Lawyers dusting invisible crumbs,

Adults playing only to win.

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Children running in knee-deep swamps,

Girls in white dresses smiling in the sun.

A mother crying for her deceased daughter,

While others live only for fun.

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Someone with a skinned knee,

Another with a flute in hand.

One with a life in the shadows,

another always traveling the land.

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A boy with a pain held in his heart,

a girl with wisdom and wit.

A man who stares in the face of death

and a woman who worrys at every bit.

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And beneath a star-filled, velvet sky,

Stands a little soul with teary eyes.

Her heart is not just hollow or stone,

And her mind is filled with a million "whys?"

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She's just a little human girl,

but she searches for the source.

For there must be Someone more than her

with the greatest unhuman source.

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And who knows if the deep purpose

this little heart demands,

is the reason that it's worth it

for the world to still stand.