If games lovers played
Only were
Innocent as this
If games lovers played
Only were
Innocent as this
bright in memory are seen
houses in the hidden hills;
grasses thick and long and green,
streamlet into river spills
mud and mannered charity,
humble pride in what is owned;
bright as daylight clarity,
calling out to be
atoned
Now let the water heal your heart,
And love of life flow through you,
And know you’re never “tainted” by
The harm others
Do to you