There's a tree in a forest

That stands only alone

In a crowd full of people who believe they own a crown

Believing in a right

To just as much sun

The lonely tree spreads a few leaves and attempts to breathe

But another who stands taller

Only in disgrace

Blooms hatred further

Into blood and into faith

The sapling fears a future

Full of nothing but a darkness

Lit by a fire

Careless and burning at her roots

Churning up a feeling that something is aloof

No tree should be sorrowed

Should be caged and sun borrowed

Let a fire fuel a future

Full of green leaves

And full of prosper

Let this forest of all things different

Truly live up to the name

And forget what has become normal;

The hatred and the shame

Let all seedlings bargain

A future more than pain

And feel a fire that's soul-deep

To bloom a fair game