My Eyes

When you are in learning,
have you wondered, should be learning?
Hard to admit?  Its not anger, its never pain....
We suffer for our hope. Hope in the everlasting....
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When i was in learned i have wondered, i have dreamed.
I saw color, and vivid images of mankind.
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I saw a people, separated. unseen, of the unimagined.
I was looking, at what i had seen.
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I could not imagine the dwelling sorrow. of imaged anguish. and pain..
What were they was selling?
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They published in vain, to ease stop the pain.
but the sycamore tree had grew no more.
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To bear this burden, of hopeless, and anguish, and pain...