through darkest night
we each yet wander
and still this heart
is growing fonder
of each hand
i've yet to hold
of each new story
still untold
for precious is
this child called man
who fears himself
and yet still can
find peace for him
and woman too
regain the love
that they once knew
for as the heart
begins to open
love will heal
that which was broken
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