Oh Dear Lord, oh so graceful oh so merciful
How I wish to raise my hands in a hopeful prayer...
Sound is a conundrum!
That science tends to fight...
Here I stand looking over the edge
I have grown tired of looking back...
What is Gravity,
and why does it exist...
So Harold's date has come and gone,
As time keeps marching on and on...
Your mind is a hand grenade
ready to explode...
The cry of the forest
echoes in silence...
Did I see an angel dancing
there beyond the cedar's shadow...
Through a long Moonless Night
those whose mind turns...
I will traverse the path that some may walk
Here in this place balanced...
A child was told the stories of God
and listened with rising wonder...
We are ever eager to disown the rage
of the beast lodged deep within our souls...