Mankind's Miracle We seek, we hunt but rarely find, the blessed miracle of Mankind. So blind are we of our true worth, far from Home we take our search; until we lie at death's door, and learn we needn't look anymore. Reach out with hands that care for naught, to grasp and hold the miracle sought. As others' needs come into view we'll lose the titles of Me and You. For truly is there only Us in the hearts of men who learn to trust. And with those hands now clean and pure true brotherly love can be assured. SharayaKai '01