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the soft wind blows on me



making me feel



that all of the world is full of glee



but ones thoughts cant always be right



the rose i once saw



went out of sight



as i child i always wondered



why there were bad men



why people suffered



but as i grew up i understood



the evil men were no worse than the good



they were only bad against circumstance



not because of their own character



only because of their  chance



to live in a cold place



to grow up with hate



we never would know



how to relate



we just blame them



and curse their souls



because we can never even



think to explain



all of their problems in life



all of the anger of their lonely lane



we cannot hope to sympathesize



to the thief or murderer who ruined our lives



but if we can love instead of hate



can this problem be set straight?



questions we can only ask



we may never know the answer to



forevermore