Once there was a child and he was free. Deep inside, he felt the laughter, the mirth and play of nature's glee. He was not troubled by thoughts or hereafter. Beauty, love was he'd see.

 

He knew his power was the power of God. He was so sure, they considered him odd. This power of innocence, of compassion, of light, threatened the priests and created a fright. In endless ways they sought to dismantle, this mysterious force which they could not handle. In endless ways they tried to destroy his simple trust, his boundless joy. His invincible armor was a shield of bliss. Nothing could touch it, no venom, no hiss. 

 

The child remained in a state of grace. He wasn't confined in time or place. In Technicolor dreams, he frolicked and played. While acting his part, in Eternity he stayed.

 

Soothsayers came and fortunes were told. Some were vehement, others were bold. In denouncing this child, this perplexing creature. With the rest of the world he shared no feature. Is he real? He is so strange. His unpredictable nature knows no range. He puzzles us so, is he straight? What's his destiny? What's his fate?

 

And while they whispered and conspired. Through endless rumors to get him tired. To kill his wonder, trample him near, burn his courage, fuel his fear. The child remained just simple, sincere. 

 

All he wanted was the mountain high. Color the clouds, paint the sky. Beyond these boundaries, he wanted to fly. In nature's scheme, never to die.

 

Don't stop this child, he's the father of man. Don't cross his way, he's part of the plan. I am that Child, but so are you. You've just forgotten, just lost the clue. Inside your heart sits a Seer. Between his thoughts, he can hear a melody, simple but woundrously clear. The music of life, so precious, so dear. 

 

If you could for one moment know this spark of creation, this exquisite glow. You would come and dance with me. Kindle this fire so we could see all the children of the earth weave their magic, and give new birth to a world of freedom with no pain. A world of joy, much more sane.

 

Deep inside, you know it's true. Just find that child, it's hiding in you.