The Value of Virtue
The innocence of beginnings.
When everything looks so bright.
All the colors speak with meaning.
And even the dark is light.
We barely record the middle.
With its fullness and its need.
The march of time passes on by.
Spirit to one day be freed.
In the end just how we will judge.
Will depend on sacrifice.
Ours for those that might need our help.
And to everyone be nice.
Then character will be defined.
As one who is called refined.
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