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