Changing Creed
I mowed over a flower today...
I hit the road, with nothing but a rucksack slung...
And her hand warm in mine...
The paper rustles as she turns the page
searching for an illustration she can understand...
I'm waiting for the real thing
Something that has meaning...
Yesterday, I was told
the story of a man whose faith grew old...
Look at me I already gotten older.
And time keeps passing by...
I am alone, sad and calm,
My palms on my cheeks...
In a house far away,
I stayed...
Envy burns with flames of green,
licking around the coal black pupil...
Look within yourself to find your inner beauty
Look within yourself to see what you really feel...
From here upon this vantage point,
I have a clear view...
We hope for what we can never guarantee,
seeking solace in the little springs...