Our Song.

My song is the joy of life It’s knocks and blows its Hopes of joy its endless love, its constant strife. His song is the cause of woe The meanest word, the theft of choice. The downward fall, a silent scream A harsh cold voice. No quid pro quo. My song is the hope of more The bright idea. The sunshine dawn A joyful dance a marching on, A skipping child. A though so pure Our song could be a joining mind A chance off hope a link of thought No more opposed, a shared desire A ray of hope a new mankind Charlie Milne 2010