Magical child once felt a twinge A faint recollection, a memory unhinged In the colors, the forms, the hue There seemed a mystery with a subtle clue Behind the wind, the storm, the gale Within the shroud, beyond the veil Hidden from view in a wondrous pattern There seemed a force that he could not fathom Its music and cadence were playful and sweet He danced in bliss to its throbbing beat He did not mind either cold or heat On the mountain high was his royal seat Strangers came and scorned his joy With ridicule and banter they tried to destroy What in their minds was a skillful play With cruel darts they tried to plunder To suffocate and strangle his innocent wonder Fighting hard, despite their blunder Again and again to steal his thunder Despite their attacks, they could not break With all their barbs, they could not take God’s gift of love, which they could not fake Not knowing his strength of what he sought to seek They complained aloud and called him a freak But the mysterious force just kept its hold Magical child grew brave and bold Diving deep into his soul In exquisite ecstasy he discovered his role In his Self was infinite scope This mysterious force was mankind’s hope Piercing through that mask of Being In that silence beyond all seeing Was a field with a different story A field of power, of awesome glory With other children, if unfurled Its tidal wave would change the world Magical child was ready to bow Sow the seed, pick up the plough With effortless ease, without a sigh Without a tear, without a cry With silent perfection Under God’s direction To sing together as one race Stem the tide, transform this place Magical children, don’t worry how Don’t delay, this moment’s now. © 1992 Michael Joseph Jackson - Dancing The Dream
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