"No more than a child"

The mysteries of life don't pale at all
Constantly, I hear the wildness call
The whisper of sweet tears are shed with pride
All misery, a measure set aside

The thunder of the calling of mankind's humanity
The whisper of the words that speak of mankind's sanity
Are a simple thought, in heart complete
Humanity as human, heart replete
No more the animal, so crass and base
Reaching for that goal, the heart does race

Naiveté, the thoughts of simple child
Shakes the rafters loose with something wild
Shocked by the stupidity of man
Reinforced by thought that loving can
Become a force more powerful than fools
The power of the love rewrites the rules

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