But I found hope again
In a tiny guy's great big eyes.

Away from the TV crisis chronicle despair
There are children playing nevertheless,
And this is their world too.

Take the small hand,
Be lead into the dancing ring
Where our feet can remember a joyful rhythm,
And dance.
     Not in denial
     Not in ignorance
     Not in acquiescence
     Not in acceptance
     Not in hysteria.
Dance for tomorrow's children
And the children inside
Where a small spark of innocence remains
To cheer our kinship
With the trust
In the little guy's eyes.