Chase                                                                   Diamonds from Coal
                                                                                                        (for Mrs. Beasley)
I hear my heart pounding,                                                             If I had only one day left to see
I wipe the sweat from my brow,                                                    I'd go out and absorb into my soul
I want to escape,                                                                          All that this wonderous world has to offer
but I dare not move.                                                                     Her diamonds and her dirty, dusty coal.
Like a deer in headlights,
I stand stunned.                                                                            I'd thank God for the warmth of babies' smiles
Slowly my preditor approaches.                                                    The visual songs of nature all around
Does he know I'm here?                                                                the fields and flowers streching on for miles
Dare I move and chance it?                                                           My mother's face, where true love can be found.
He spots me!
 I run,                                                                                          I'd thank God, too, for showing me the pain
in terror,                                                                                      The famines, the plagues, the misery of war 
in vain,                                                                                        The tyrant, the unjust and inhuman
for he reaches me,                                                                        The faces of the lonely and the poor.
grabs me,
 and laughs in triumph.                                                                 And so, though blind, I could make it my goal,
Beaten, I hear nothing,                                                                 To help refine the diamonds from the coal.
except the voice of an innocent child,
"Tag, your it!"