As I find myself standing at the foot of this hole A ***** in my hand A little angst in my soul I ask the same question Again and again Do I dig the hole deeper of do I fill it in?
Help break this need to be so busy Pursuing self-worth in such a tizzy To know the value of my birth To be secure in my own worth To help myself To do my best To stop To sleep To truly rest
The bush burns brightly in the freshly laid snow When the light of the sun sets it aglow Like an apple of gold in a silver picture The scene It breathes the proverbial scripture
The face that lives inside the blot is content today not to stir the *** To disturb the peace is to break the lease with the only friend the man has got