Believe
by J. Guenther

	/*IÕm a night person.  I cringe from the noon sky because its sun exposes whatÕs there.  Nothing can hide from the ubiquitous sun.  The green grass reaches for its canary-colored creator--they know what is what and what their thirsty tendrils need.  But I prefer the night...*/

Believe;

Believe in the heart & in its soul;
Believe in the sounds of rock & roll;
Believe in the donut and its hole;
Believe in the words of those in control;

Believe.

Believe in the minds of the young--
Believe that innocence isnÕt completely done;
Believe in every patriot song ever sung;
Believe in the people that you are among;

Believe.

	/*At night no one knows who is what...which is where.  Robbed of the sunÕs searchlight, shadows creep, giving muffled, ghostly cries.  In the encompassing night, we are alone...

	...to believe...*/

Believe.

Believe in what lives behind the stars;
Believe  that what we see isnÕt exactly ours;
Believe in the miracle of working cars;
Believe that there truly is a face on Mars;

Believe.

	/*...to believe...

	...in ourselves*/

Believe in us.

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