A billion combined
Together blind
And through a billion just one
Would find
That a billion avowed
Would follow the crowd
And of them just he'd
Stand proud
A child intense
With a stubborn defense
Had cleanly denied
World influence
Through storm and rain
Roared him insane
But he'd know his life
Was not in vain
Confronted by fruit
Instead took the root
And found truth inside
Before he died
Though he died was graced
As he looked down embraced
With a sorrow so deep
Toward the billion he faced
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