a peaceful life

a dark and sweet bam

young eyes looking in old

waiting for a goal to be told

holding hand and standing firm

no ones falling in the mold

and when the sky seems to fold

all those feeling so cold

will cudle and some sort of worm

and keep their hold

then the one who wished to tam

them will hlod each's hand

and say there is peace in this land

so each can be my friend

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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