Universal Truths and Cycles
Robert E Pollard Jr
As the icy breeze is shattered
By speaking to us warmly
(small ones stand up)
To the nation of duress
And God yes, it's a mess
We know this and that
The romantic soul for us
In the lost hierarchy of land
And landowners
And down will go back up
Forevermore!
I must try to believe this
And if I may consider
To look out from an opening
Of freshly painted lines
And letter perfect designs
For we know this and that...