The ghosts of our stand
The boogeyman come undone
The truth is heavier than us
We are minuscule, we are small
Our thoughts bend around money
It's time to make our way free
Searching all our lives for love's tree
Climb the tall trunk, scale her majesty
Don't forgo her gifts, her skin, her glee
Raise your voices, stand up for Home
Her seeds, her soil, her air and water
Rise now to the occasion of Heaven
To what we breathe, what we are
Never end, always kindness, begin
Why'd we stop? Why'd we do it again
Jump! Leap now, start a revolution
Begin to change with evolution
Come and be the change we see
Now, now, now and now be

Live, Love, Laugh

© 2016 Mark Richard Prime