A blade of grass, the mighty oak
a single man in a long brown cloak
When by his grave I tend the flowers
If I leave just one blade of grass unturned
I feel guilty of neglecting his offering
If the child of passion weeps
where do I go to keep myself sane
If the child is lost in neglect
What do I have that I can let
Help me child that I may be found
For the master knows all of his grok
He is the eye of the tempest and the rock
When do I come back to him again
Oh to be in his arms a'more
He saved me so many times
When one plant of grass is missing
is the whole field bare?
When one is a them and not an us
When one is a thing and not a being
Is a heart just to be used?
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