A giant is a man or a woman
Who’s grown most incredibly tall.
Their shadows can make heroes quiver,
And cowards just break down and bawl.
Yet height never made them that fearsome.
Strength didn’t make them that bad.
It’s just that they can’t always see us
And they think our size awfully sad.

A matter of pure perspective,
A matter of this and that.
A giant doesn’t think we’re important.
Can’t be helped, it’s merely a fact.

A giant can kill without thinking,
Just like we do with spiders and bugs,
A nuisance that has to be dealt with,
It doesn’t make giants, or us, thugs.
But what can we do to protect us?
Do we stand up and fight, or just hide?
Ants can do nothing to stop us.
Ask all of the ones who have died.

A matter of who’s the biggest,
A matter of might makes right.
A giants demands all the sunshine
While the rest of us share the light

A giant doesn’t hear what we’re saying.
We don’t make the right sort of sound.
We’re all going have to grow up some
Or move permanently underground.
Our brains of course hold the answers.
A giant lives in every one.
Each mind has the perfect solution
About giants and what’s to be done.

A matter of joining together,
A matter of increasing in size.
A giant may still get to be friendly,
Or at least start to compromise

A giant, and we, all have our children,
Someone to love and protect.
There’s a way of joining together,
Based on love in some way, I suspect.
So how do we start all that loving,
While the giants aren’t even aware?
We’ll grow our hearts till we touch them
And make every single giant care.

A matter of focus and practise,
A matter of cutting through lies,
A matter of seeing life’s special,
And has nothing to do with size.