There once was a child
Who played with a ball
And thought of the children
With no ball at all:
Who played with a ball
And thought of the children
With no ball at all:
He picked up that ball
And gave it a kiss
And for every poor child
A ball he did wish.
And gave it a kiss
And for every poor child
A ball he did wish.
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There once was a child
Who looked at the sky
And seeing the dirt there
She started to cry:
Who looked at the sky
And seeing the dirt there
She started to cry:
She reached out her arms
Hugged sky to her heart
And prayed that the people
Stop sending up dark.
Hugged sky to her heart
And prayed that the people
Stop sending up dark.
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There once was a child
Who dreamed in the night
That God is inside us
With comfort and light,
Who dreamed in the night
That God is inside us
With comfort and light,
And when the time comes
For the Mother to rise
All the problems will end
In the love from our eyes.
For the Mother to rise
All the problems will end
In the love from our eyes.
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– e.s.
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Self-Help 
Edward, this is such an amazing poem. Such beautiful expression of the hope for the whole humanity. Thanks!!!
great poem, enjoyed its simplicity and love…thanks!
Lovely poem. Keep it coming’!
Wonderful Poem, JSM!! ^_^
What wonderful deep feelings, and how nice to see lovely Edward from 1977 to present,,,,still drumming