Still There Is A Song.... Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Still there is a song
of a beautiful melody,
in the hearts that long
the dreams of the free!
For hours are waking
and dreams spinning around,
new distances making
that in the hearts are found.

So much in its giving
and making of its gold,
its dreams and its living
so many many fold!
For the sun rises to high
with all teardrops dried,
when freedom reaches sky
with all its simple might.

Still there is a song
to give and make a free,
to triumph and make strong
life's magical symphony!
When truth is good as gold
likea spring of a coming day,
for freedom can't get old
in its magical gift and play.