ALL MY SOUL I BARE

When a prideful man suffers penalty
Then the humble man grows wise
Knowing all men are built on frailty,
That none should he despise.
The gift of love supports this,
And the willingness to care,
And the truth that can't be threatened
Is the formula we must share.
To venture from this haven
Is to love with hate compare
That we appreciate our heaven
Where true friends are everywhere.
To this I submit my honesty
And all my soul I bare.

©Copyright March 9, 2006 by Colin F. Jones


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