Wish Back
Lost believers of the 1960's,
Marching to the beat of hope and love,
Occasionally on drugs!
Finding friends along the way,
Always had some place to stay.
Putting our lives on the line,
Depending on people to be kind!
Now we cringe at others looks,
No longer compassion to be found!
Lost in our own "stuff",
Homes and phones!
No longer content with the world around.
What happen to the believers we lost?
Corporate world became our god and our boss!
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