To the Glory of God
To Gwyneth with Love
Walking among the shadows in a forest
There is no rhyme or reason in knowing what the shadows are
Until you look up
Life exceeds you if you know you are living
The clouds bleed off a mountain peak
Leaves stab into the sky
The grains of sand are innumerable yet there is a poverty of children
A tiger shark appears and you call her sweet and beautiful
Hitchhiking brings you around further from where you are going
Many people die crossing the street
I am different but I did not know
Falling through the cracks and immorality
Victim is an insulting word
You climb a mountain starting at the top
You fly never knowing otherwise
Friends are lies waiting to be told
Obviousness is the past
Power is blind
Duty is hope
Music is credit to nature
To reach for heaven is a mystery
To love turns your heart into the world
Run and run and never know the limits
There is an artist of the past
A small thing for the simplicity of our times
We all get contaminated by error
We all take credit for our times
Trees die and earth quakes
People barely hang on and fall into the sky
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