Page 2, People Tall (Continued)

But in the midst of the thunder of footsteps

The children want to rise above the world of small

And be lifted into the world of people tall.

They love to be lifted and look in your eyes

They canít speak your language -

And when youíre tired of their cries

They canít tell you where it hurts

Or stand up and rise

Author: Randy Stahla, copyright 2006.

Above the world they see every day

Where everything is small in size

Way down below the world of people tall.

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