Mar
18

I thought the world was as cold as stone
I cried out for healing for my bones
I found the Son in the rocks by the sea
I laid on them with the birds that are free
I thought the world could not see my face
But it was me that was blind and out of place
I walked into the Son to regain my sight
Then I saw my reflection in the oceans rippled light
I thought the world made War not Luv
So I decided to make a donation to God above
I opened my heart looking for a treasure
Found dated coins of my value to measure
I thought the world was to noisy for my head
Then I listen to a song that was not from the dead
I escaped the madness and followed the wind into the trees
My ears were anointed by flying singers pleas





