If you take some colored cellophane and tape it to your window,nIn patterns like stained glass, making sure you get it all,nthen by the time you wake up and the mornings coming through it,Oh what a lovely picture for your plain white wall.nnAnd if you take that picture and you color in the lines,nuntil the trees reach out to meet you and the people come to life,nwell then the story’s far from over, there are many pages more,noh what a perfect decoration for refrigerator doors.nnAnd if this country were a puzzle made of wood,nwith every state bearing the emblem of a resource that is good,nwell then I think that we would tour itncause I think we’d form a band,nhopscotch all those state lines,nwe’d hold fifty different hands,nhave fifty different houses,nSleep in fifty different beds,nWe’d play our songs for fifty different sets of friends.nAnd we'd eat fifty different dinners cooked in fifty different homes,nwe would have fifty different families who want to watch us grow.nnnI am a hot kid from a cold state, there are wars yet to be won,nI won’t accept unchangeable the ugly truths of being.nAnd so I walk into the forest, and because I am young,nThe tree are all the wisest and most graceful I have seen,nand the sunlight through the tops of them is plentiful and splendid,na varying and unmistakable green.nnHow they sing to me…nnAnd they say: nWe are not born human,nhuman maybe, but without humanity.nNo, such a thing is learned, such things come with age,nand I was born an ugly, jealous little creature full of rage.nBut just because you loved me my heart softened as I grew,nThe rock-hard soil waxing malleable with rain,nand opened up like a cathedral, bearing everything so new,nwith empathy and sacrifice where hatred used to lay. n