When one chooses sacrifice
(To give out of their heart)
They become a "fountain"
As from the cold, hard rock!
Others can be nourished
From the tears they've cried;
As they forge a fresh trail
From Hellish, fiery trials.
A bright and peaceful high way
Through the darkened world-
Sweet cascading water,
With it's ever-cleansing purl!
~penned by lynn foust
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