Green - Renae Maynard Once, twice, step softly, child. Step softly into the green! If they hear you, they will surely run, and you will never see them, ever again?. Well, perhaps not until next year, but then you might be too old?. You might not believe. What's that? You say you won't ever forget? That you will hold them in your heart forever? I believe you think you will, But if you make too much noise, the energy dies? And true, you might know of them always, You may wish for them to be? But your eyes and ears, they will be tainted. Unable, and perhaps unwilling? I used to believe in them too, Knowing they sang, & danced behind the green, hearing them talk in my mind and my dreams, calling to me?. But once I came, & made too much noise, and even though I almost heard them, and almost knew that they were there, I never saw them again. And now their joyous songs, are only faint whispers in my desperately clinging thoughts. I wish to bring them back child, to Believe, But it is too late?. So walk softly child. Don't make too much noise! I want you to see them, Now, and always?.