Mingling in the midst of the wild,
Wondering around like a new born child,
Looking for where I belong,
Hoping it won't be too long.
Pleading for my bottle and blankey,
If I cry when I'm old I'll only be given a hanky.
Sitting alone in the dark and quiet,
Waiting for the one to start the riot.
The light is now on and I see the vastness of the world.
I look out over the horizon over which the light is hurled,
And all I see is more vastness in this world in which I'm alone.
And even if plants and animals accompany me, I'm still on my own.
Fight for what is right,
Fight to stand aloud,
Fight through the light,
And stand proud.
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