I am like the slaves

looking for my roots.

I am like the Lepers

who were said to be unclean. 

I am like the lost generations

who were unwanted.

I am a child of this world looking for love 

I am a mother and grandmother of today

Still I say who am I?

FAIRIES.

Deep in the heart of the forest

Where the fern and the Supple Jacks grow Where the tall trees spread their shelter

Is the quietest place I know

A place where fairies must surely be

It's so quite and peaceful beneath the trees

Perhaps they come out when the moon comes up

To find a nice spot where they can sup

With a tiny flower for a loving cup.

In clothes of pretty colours bright

You can see them all at night

I am sure if you go there again

You will see the fairies ring alight

I have seen the fairies dance about 

on the moon beams iri and out

With little shining wings so clear

I wish that you could have seen them too.