Walk in Balance

WALK IN BALANCE

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I'm standing here at the top of my world,
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Looking down to the trees all dressed in snow.
A falcon swoops down from overhead,
To find its prey in the valley below.

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It's the balance of nature:

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One will live and one will die.

All must live in the balance,

Those that crawl; those that run; those that fly.

I remember hunting with my father
And I had a deer within my sights,
But he put his hand on the barrel, said,
"We have all we need for tonight."

You must walk in balance,

On rocky grounds or shifting sands.

We must respect all living things,

Those with paws; those with wings; those with hands.

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I left my home in the open wild

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To live in the glare of city lights,

Forgetting the ways that I lived as a child,

Caught in the glamor of city nights.

Then I visited home and I remembered
Just what's important in this life.
So I left the city and came back home,
Settled down, and took a wife:

I was reaching for a balance,

Learning to live each new day.

We all must walk in balance,

Those who sing; those who dance, those who play.

Now my father holds his newborn grandson,
My smooth face between two wrinkled ones.
And I feel a warmth grow inside me,
As I look down at my newborn son.

May he always walk in balance,

Though he may stumble; though he may fall.

May we all walk in balance;

On the rainbow path may we all walk tall.