If my eyes are full of tears,
If my heart is numb with pain,
Give me hope that does not die;
Bring me back to life again.
Our spirits are like the trees of the forest,
Or trees as they stand guarding a park.
Our spirits can reach as high as tall timber.
Praise God for Spirit’s sacred life.
(Boys) I don’t have to be king of the castle,
I just want to be me.
(Girls) I don’t have to be queen of the castle,
I just need the courage to be,
We’re really like the onions
With skins beneath our skin.
Each face has ways of masking
The private worlds within.
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We all have stories we can share
Of times of failure and success,
Of highs and lows, of gold and dross,
Of frugal lives and love’s excess.
Dream, dream and never give up,
Hope, hope of a world to be,
Work, work for justice and dreams,
Put others first and set people free.
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How can the time of peace come to Earth?
When will all bombs be banned?
How can true justice blossom in mirth?
When will the violence end?
All those who choose the Way
Of noble living
Must seek to grow each day
In joyful giving,
There are times when truth is this and partly that,
When love can bind extremes to be as one,
But at other times our heart says “you must choose the way
Of life or death, for you and Earth today.”