I watch the flashing lights sparkling through the trees
but as they draw near to me, I also hear their scream
There are nights when I bury my face in my pillow
to drown the harsh memories of the day's dreary dread
People get angry and they push, shove and scream
Some are so greedy, that they'd steal another's dream
Children are hungry as we throw away food
Sunday's lady dons a red hat and calls herself good
And you, my friend- tell me what do you need?
Say what? You need my help planting a seed?
I lower my head in humble reverence
then find myself peeking through the hole in your fence
All at once the day dims as the stars come to shine
for you who did not claim this yours, his or mine
You said the tree, you see, is for you and for me
and its beauty the gift for the all, for the we
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