It’s in every wilting blade of grass,
In fainting stars up the heavens above,
In shallow streams about to run dry,
Caught in the middle of death and life.
In a rainbow that’s disappearing,
Leaving from the vision of a child,
In hearts sunken by feelings,
Of distrust, hatred, and lies.
It’s in between varying shades of foliage,
A mind confused how to survive,
For the choice whether to live or die,
Is in every man alive.