this sphere of sanctity is separated
from the tempting tunes of ignorance
that the world has loved and decorated
and for this, i leave a better human
From days of blooming desert blossoms,
to the dancing pollen of summer days,
we hush we fight, we cry, we learn,
and bend the rules of our childish ways
we learn to look at man as man,
as breathing, thinking comprehending,
for this, we learn how to love a human
to use, passion, sweetness, understanding,
this little sphere is just a home,
for those souls who wish to run away
they find a hallowed hovel of misfits
who fear to seize the day,
and yet it shines with an ancient light
from the eyes of the youngest of heart
from those who hear with open spirits
and pray for a wiser start,
