I am a shout softly spoken
I may not have done it right
It may have been a foolish act
But still, I believe
That it’s true
We’re in love with the world
Not in whole, but in part
And you notice that this is
Out of place
But now this shout softly spoken
A tone in which I all too often speak
Under the shadow of the treetops
I stand among the breeze
And still, I believe
That it’s true
-Zach
