If Heaven meant to lead us
Through these gates of stone and fire
If Fate meant to show us
Just how impatiente we were
If choices had always given us
Everything we wouldn't choose
And if life has frequently taken
What we'd rather not lose
What choice of knowing,
A choice for the willing?
Or a force of the able
Empty as an aged fable
When you'd rather turn away
When you can just step aside
Listen as a wind blows
Across this great divide
Beyond the yester yearnings
Or the anguish of tears denied
A candle truth shall be our light
Compassion will then be our guide
Sit, stop and stare
With each step come a breath
Slowly, open thy inner eye
To embrace the reasons why
In little over a revolution
In more than a few words
You shall be shown more
Than you could have heard
So fight not stubborn battles
Dig deep no furrowed brows
Compassion does not insist equals
But just an inner smile
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