I am the twinkle in an eye.
I'm the sound when babies cry.
I am the breeze of early morn.
I am the force that grows the corn.
I am the power behind all things
I'm what you feel when someone sings
I am the creator of the world
But have no flag to be unfurled.
I have nothing that can be bought
I am the power behind every thought
You have no right to separate
What you call bad -- What you call great
I am the power behind all things
from lofty peaks to bathtub rings.
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Copyright
Steve Sauter 1999
January 26, 2008