Each small candle lights a corner of the dark
When the wheel of pain stops turning
And the branding iron stops burning
When the children can be children
When the desperados weaken
When the tide rolls into greet them
And the natural law of science
Greets the humble and the mighty
And the billion candles burning
Lights the dark side of every human mind
A touch gives absolution
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"And the natural law of science greets the humble and mighty"..No escaping from that ..
" a touch " , is it a human touch?, I wonder..