The weight of the world upon my shoulder
is a burden makes me feel much older.
But the feel of Gaia at my side
makes my Spirit swell with pride.
I choose to stand beside the trees;
not brought by a system to my knees.
Forests, trees and mountains high
will guide my Spirit to the sky
and there among the ‘other folk’
at last I’ll shed guilts final yoke.
Hello cruel world, I’m here to join this circus.
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