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<P>I pity their souls, behind thin walls of glass,<BR>
Frozen in place and time, and in fashion,<BR>
Doomed to remain in their brightly lit prison<BR>
Without ever knowing they have no pulse.
<P>With their unseeing eyes and unhearing ears,<BR>
Empty heads and parted lip, they cannot speak.<BR>
They cannot scream. They cannot think,<BR>
Or know, or dream.
<P>From inside their heated and sterile realm<BR>
They cannot see through the glare on the glass.<BR>
What lies beyond is where reality lives<BR>
And where you and I have found our first love.
<P>As we rush down the street, past their silent stares,<BR>
We meet, talk and go on with our lives<BR>
With blood flowing in veins and air brushing past lips<BR>
With a vibrance that only the flesh can support.
<P>We know how to live and to love and to give<BR>
What matters most on this living, green Earth. . .<BR>
To be one with your soul and to share your first love<BR>
With another, full of life as one's self.
<P>They shall remain and we shall go on,<BR>
Knowing love and passion as we live life most fully<BR>
With love's flame fueled by their unspoken words.<BR>
Seeing, hearing, speaking of things they cannot dream.
<P>Weep not for the sightless but rejoice and embrace.<BR>
For without their pose by what would we measure<BR>
The purity and breadth of our love so fresh?<BR>
They remain worlds apart and we must be thankful.
<P>We will take our lives forward, not looking back<BR>
And shout songs that will ring from on high<BR>
Of the love we have found and shared with each other<BR>
While rushing past windows that look past their lives.
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