The heart of man is burnt and gray;
for all our greatness we lost our way.
All alone the blind prevail;
no more love and we will fail.
Honesty and integrity crumble;
kings of men fall and fumble.
Love is lost, people torn
we die everyday and never mourn.
But there is light in babies born.
Hope exists for those who love;
the light is in us, not from above.
Give of yourself and you will find;
the part of you greater than the mind.
-All my love to the reader,
Jeffrey Phillips Freeman