There used to be thousands of us

Holding a part of the light

Now only a few

Walk among the trees

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Many hear the voices

Dead at night

The whispers of the trees

The song of the wilderness

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But they go ignored

They are unanswered

And children who listen and accept

Are squashed out.

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The light is a powerful force

It is the roaring tide,

The howling gale,

The sun's rise

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The light is powerful

Held by few

Glowing, Spinning

Lighting the path.

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And now, so few accept it

So few fall into it

And those that do are outcasts

Strangers to society

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But I hear the whispers at night

The trees calling out to me

And I answer, reply

To their stories

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I hear the birds singing

And I understand them!

The light inside of me

Keeps growing bigger

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Sometime, I fear of it. 

Sometimes, I am scared

But then Warmth fills me

The light of a summer's dawn

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And I know what I do

Must be done

If not by me

Then a child, untrained

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So it is better to keep this power

The force of the world

Close to me

And to use it for good.