In my old town there was a girl
Who dropped seeds everywhere she went
While all the boys carved out their names
In any pach of wet cement
They'd laugh at her and tell her
She would never make a mark
If all she left behind her
Were some falling leaves and bark
So I wonder if they've been back
Since we grew and left that place
Or if they still all carry markers
In their pockets just jn case
Because I'd love to see their faces
If I told them what I've seen
That the streets where we once played
Now drown beneath a sea of green
And their names scratched on the sidewalk
Weren't as eternal as they planned
For in the place where they once wrote them
An endless forest proudly stands
Would they tell that girl they're sorry
If they ever had the choice
For not knowing those worth hearing
Don't always have the loudest voice?
That in the future all the things we do
Will still have an effect
And that sometime those who change the world
Are those you least expect.
