To the people underneath
All the stars are far away
To the people underfoot
All the answers twist and change
When the sky is past the limit
Of a questing, reaching hand
And the lights that can be seen
Are just the glints among the sand
Can you still reach for a ladder rung
When dirt is in your mouth
Why is it hard to understand
We first must pull it out
To the people up above
The rungs are made of those below
To the people living free
The sun shines everywhere you go
And they are so hard to find
And they aren’t so hard to find
To the people underneath
It’s not enough to just be kind.
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Corwynna
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