The Great Sadness

The forest whispers voices long gone silent
The bear cub paces, trapped by all this violence

She stands alone at the edge of the abyss
She's just a junkie no one'll ever miss

A spec of light she knows is always there
To wrap her soul within it's loving care

I feel the sadness of a hundred thousand Braves
We their tears, the ones we should have saved.

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Purposes of The Corporation revised

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Coming of Age

The whales at play they make big waves Dance with ease on clear blue seas 20 tonnes to pirouette Now that’s a sight you’ll not forget The wolf cubs wrestle growl and bite Instinct teaches life’s mean plight The young hunter’s time will come When sad destiny destroys his innocence And hunger reigns o’er his kingdom

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