Might
A honeyed voice and breath
Wait insatiably for an answer
From the man who stares at the moon
A single grain of sand
May hold the cure for cancer
Ask the girl with silver spoon
A whispering wind might urge
An innocent mind to become naught
And a pure heart and will to disband
A smile might change the world today
And simplify the complexity of a thought
A wronged heart might make a stand
Today whats might fold into whys
And as a world we may have grown
So many questions with answers unknown
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