An unexplained word,
An attitude inborn,
An offspring of the other kind;
A string of the same chord!
Bound to play the windchime
Bound to dance in the rain,
Pure and clean,
No dirt on skin.
No winning attitude,
No cruel intentions,
A feeling of unison,
The Lady of mirth all bestowing.
Holding hands, folding arms,
Mingling fingers, child's smile;
Unite to make a godly play,
Enact we must..!
An attitude inborn,
An offspring of the other kind;
A string of the same chord!
Bound to play the windchime
Bound to dance in the rain,
Pure and clean,
No dirt on skin.
No winning attitude,
No cruel intentions,
A feeling of unison,
The Lady of mirth all bestowing.
Holding hands, folding arms,
Mingling fingers, child's smile;
Unite to make a godly play,
Enact we must..!
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