Lead me to you
So many more
Led us astray
For every branch
A thousand leaves
For every fork
A thousand more
Just keep the faith
And carry on
I’ll find the way
Back to your heart
For every branch
A thousand leaves
For every fork
A thousand more
Just keep the faith
And carry on
I’ll find the way
Back to your heart
Then wonder why why why?
Can’t we find a way
To share our world today
And the creatures
Which skittered there
Having barely left the sea
I think of a wave
And the littlest living things
Awash in the foaming ocean
Not so unlike
The littlest living things
Swishing over my feet in the surf
“I beg your pardon if this offends you,” he began, it seemed to me, in rather gentle tone for a being known to have bellowed up a hurricane, “but you seem mighty small for something which calls itself ‘King of this land and all the land you’ve ever known,’ some small trifle claiming to command us, the Brethren of the Mountains, as his subjects.” Gentle, perhaps, but not without a significant undertone of malice.
And like the earth
I’m toughening
Impervious
To love’s torment
I keep it out
Pretense: content
But even steel
Can’t cleave my soul
And never could
Through toughest hide
I feel my heart
So soon enough
I’ll find my way
To safety’s arms
Then shed this skin
To let you in