By Jared Dompreh
Many injustices he has suffered.
When will my sorrow end the tiny man asks.
Day and night.
Hour to hour
He ponders.
Then a good friend comes along
And lifts his soul up
Joyous they are
Just as the grass springs up in the springtime
They likewise beam with such energy.
It just takes a smile
A nice friend
A holding hand
To rejuvenate dimmed hopes.
To make a human open their eyes,
And see where their compass guides them.
A giant the tiny man has become,
Insurmountable sadness he has overcome.
Now he stands tall,
And returns good for good to all.
Many injustices he has suffered.
When will my sorrow end the tiny man asks.
Day and night.
Hour to hour
He ponders.
Then a good friend comes along
And lifts his soul up
Joyous they are
Just as the grass springs up in the springtime
They likewise beam with such energy.
It just takes a smile
A nice friend
A holding hand
To rejuvenate dimmed hopes.
To make a human open their eyes,
And see where their compass guides them.
A giant the tiny man has become,
Insurmountable sadness he has overcome.
Now he stands tall,
And returns good for good to all.