Troubled souls spoil my journey.
They block my path; distract me from beauty.
Am I like them?
Teach us to love. Teach us all.
Teach us joy. Show us the way.
Our brake pedals are depressed. So are we.
Cherry blossom petals sing. So can we.
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Troubled souls spoil my journey. Our brake pedals are depressed. So are we. |