27 December 2012
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
Feather Born • Opuss № I