We all ran with you, our guiding light
We ran from the fear of pain
We ran into being alive.
In your arms, we were accepted
Even when we were barely living
Your memories filled us with love.
Your tender heart held us
Whispering life into our bones.
Our Mother, full of grace
Blessed is the fruit of thy womb.
Our Father, full of mercy
Blessed is he who kneels before you.
Suzanne Sateri
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Love is the Universal language, and soccer.
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