When a forest burns, it consumes the bigotry, In time, it reproduces, with gems, like you and me... Once, I was an acorn... A nut, in all it's glory... Then, I faced up to life... To tell the world my story... Through lots of pain... And lots of gain... I, found where I belonged... Once, in the forest, all alone... I longed for company... There are many oaks... Made up of folks... Just like you and me! By James Warren St. Pierre! |