Bright Spot in a World of Darkness
A afternoon so long ago, A Kacheek was created. A mistake had been made and the Kacheek was born.
A sad little Kacheek was she. She did not have much And she did not care. She was sad for others. She could not feel her own pain, Only that of others.
She seemed to have no porpose, Till on bright day. She found her gift: To help others. She gave and gave Until she had nothing left to give.
She what she could, When she could, And never more.
Her simple acts of giving extras, Made her the bright spot in a world of darkness, And she gve light to many.
Never again was she sad, For she knew no more could be done. Less and less she felt the pain of others, For there was less and less pain.
And I watched with a smile She had touched many But especially me A small mistake Had done so much
A afternoon so long ago, A Kacheek was created. A mistake had been made and the Kacheek was born.
A sad little Kacheek was she. She did not have much And she did not care. She was sad for others. She could not feel her own pain, Only that of others.
She seemed to have no porpose, Till on bright day. She found her gift: To help others. She gave and gave Until she had nothing left to give.
She what she could, When she could, And never more.
Her simple acts of giving extras, Made her the bright spot in a world of darkness, And she gve light to many.
Never again was she sad, For she knew no more could be done. Less and less she felt the pain of others, For there was less and less pain.
And I watched with a smile She had touched many But especially me A small mistake Had done so much
