When I go back, and view, my life,
I hope that it will read,
like this poem I leave behind,
Planted like a seed,
This person loved to live,
And lived to love and pray,
She dreamed of peace for everyone,
And of a better day,
Were wars were never waged,
And Mothers never cried,
Were baby's didn't starve to death,
In hunger left to die,
Were brothers didn't kill, there brothers,
And never beat there wives,
Were people found simple ways,
To fulfill and love there lives,
Were all the creatures had respect,
Each found there place on earth,
Were children grew to love themselves,
Knowing of there worth,
And if I died tomorrow,
I hope someone would say,
She shared her dreams with others,
And helped me find my way.
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