I am yesterday
And tomorrow
I am the giver of love
And the deliverer of sorrow
I am the tears of God
And the warmth of his smile
I’m a child’s first step
And life’s last mile
I’m the wingless eagle
And the hawk who cannot see
I’m all that could have been
And all that still may be
I’m the link that is weak
And the chain that is strong
I’m the sound of silence
And the voice of a song
I’m the reaper of love
And the sower of hate
I am my own destiny
And the follower of fate
I’m a single raindrop
And the flood in the pool
I’m a shinning genius
And a stumbling fool
I’m the constant cleansing tide
And the footprint in the sand
I am Man.
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Reviewed by Gaye Dale (Reader)
Reviewed on February 24, 2004
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