Through roots and web
Across stream and overhead
We are the ones who's feet still feel
Our mothers voice is close and it's real
Some play with our ideas
Say they're "children of the light"
Some have no idea
And hide in our glory
Pretending to live life "right"
Trash brims, tumbles and follows lost children.
Wise adults smile and look within
So where do we go when rose who follow can not see
And what will we sing when the children lack mercy
Beg and plead is not the way
Violence is for defense
A reaction for another time and day.
What is peace
When we learned while in a fight
What is meek
When those who are quiet are push aside
What is right when others rights are left to die
And who's to say
If not you or I
Born of feather
My words will fly
Breed of stone
Merciful blood will survive
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