"You should hate gays!"
The pastors say,
"They go against God's Word!"
But the Bible teaches love for all,
I'm not sure if they've heard....

I think that I thought that
thinking was might....
And something was nothing without
proper insight....
So I thought...
And I thought...
And I thought all day long!
I thought about thinking,
I thought up new songs!
I thought about thinking
about thinking
to think.
I thought 'till my hair grew!
And all my clothes started to shrink....
You might think that would hinder me,
but HA! you'd be wrong!
Nothing could stop me!
In fact, my thinking prolonged.
I did nothing but think for- oh, say 8 years?
I grew out of my childhood,
I forgot all my fears.
But someone did ask me
"What do you do?"
And I answered (quite proudly),
"I think! How 'bout you?"
And he looked at me,
sizing me up.
"You think? How unusual! A reg'lar big brain!
Thinking all day would drive me insane!
I just couldn't stand it,
missing out on my fun.
Never to just sit, soaking in sun.
Never to just laugh,
but ALWAYS having a thought.
I only know what I need to know,
and what my teachers have taught!"
And he left me to think about what he had said.
And I thought...
And I thought...
'till I hurt my head.
I began to just think about my life,
without thought.
Perhaps reach the dreams I had thought,
but not sought...
But I was too biased,
too set in my ways.
I'll just have to think about it
as I sit wasting my days....

I am weary of the water,
terrified in the night.
Horrified by bugs
and a coward on a flight.
But if you were to take my hand,
and guide me through it all,
I'd go through life with my head held high-
not once afraid to fall.

I've traveled the world,
I've felt so much peace.
I've seen happiness unfurl,
and violence decease.
But I'd not stay my hand
to forget what I knew-
if I could just have
one last memory of you.

Listen to the wind,
hear the stories it will tell.
Of the caves' echoing laughter,
the wise truths of the ocean swell.
Wind has seen the centuries,
born witness to man-made hell-
yet of these terrors he says naught,
and wishes mankind well.
So listen to the wind,
hear the stories it will tell.
Of the happy songs of animals,
and the lands he loves so well.