There is no heart but in the living,
no home but you, on whom I call.
When my soul soars high and dreaming
heart and home will break my fall.
The world is constant motion streaming
past my eyes too fast to see.
Every judgment stinks and shrinks behind a pale bureaucracy.
Oh! My mother’s eyes and little white lies,
Can’t afford medicine, but she still tries
to smile.
Give me an inch and I’ll walk a mile
After mile after mile in your shoes.
Stand accused of hope.
And refuse to give in!
Because only the grace of perseverance wins
in this fight.
“Do what’s right!” says the voice in my head,
and you in my bed. And you, in my bed…
The friendships around me are growing like trees
They may bend in the wind and sometimes the sins make them break.
But the branches and leaves give you shelter:
The meaning of being,
A true human being.
I hope my own roots will find some good dirt,
Well fed by love in my time here on earth.

The world is constant motion streaming
past my eyes too fast to see.
The governors of sweet autonomy
carve hills and valleys that I tread
With faith
As my shoes and clouds as my sustenance.
You are the mountain in the distance
ever present, ever strong.
The sweet sight of home before my eyes
and I know I will return ‘ere long
to be cradled in your arms for all to see.
Keep those monsters away from me.
I will dance again, and sing.
I will fly, and cry, and you will be my melody.
As endless waves upon the sea
are you all to me.