It could be a large seed
Or it could be a tiny seed
It doesn't really matter
Does it grow into a big tree?
That is what really matters
It could be a large seed
Or it could be a tiny seed
It doesn't really matter
Does it grow into a big tree?
That is what really matters
For those who have a destiny to pursue
Their path has a destination they must reach
Only by staying on that road their peace is found
No matter the price it demands, they are happy to pay
Away from any clueless plain road they will run
For it lacks direction and promises meaningless bliss
Their whole life is pursuing what is meaningful to them
Intolerable to them is the easy road that leads nowhere
A thorny path that leads to their dream is more preferable
The huddles and risks along the way are huge and ruthless
But the destination they desire is even bigger and priceless
It dwarfs the impossible odds challenging their zeal
They are out to prove that mountains can be moved
Non-negotiable is the matter of pursuing their destiny
Their zeal for their destiny is one that no hammer can crush
Deadly and malignant the bush fire may be
Burning, wrecking and smashing through life
Reducing the once good moments of elation
To sad ashes that invoke sad streams of tears
Flattening the hopes that were once promising
To a barren wilderness of eternal desolation
Replacing the most wonderful experiences
With nothing but the maimed and burnt stumps
Freedom is locked up, isolated, under siege
Surrounded by the snarling smoldering fires