This is a poem for the planet and its people
Who want to see the planet thrive in peace
And not cease
This is a poem for the planet and its people
Who want to see the planet thrive in peace
And not cease
This is a poem for the planet and its people
Who want to see the planet thrive in peace
And not cease
There is a place, an unassuming place
Where pure love grows
It grows in spite of, and despite, despair
In and out of the dark, darkness it grows
To bring light, to bring life
There, in that place, in that unassuming, sacred place
Where pure love grows
There, in that place, that unassuming place, sacred place
Where pure love grows
And all of the deities and magic seem to conspire together
To create the most perfect, imperfect place
Magical, miracle, love growing through steel and concrete
And broken dreams and bad choices
And lift their voices in song
To become the strongest most purest form of love
Real love
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