I am not a leader and not a follower
All are like me none before or after
We all ypay our parts .I hear us in the
Afternoon of the day and on into the
Evening it is a most beautiful memory
We are not poor fools heard  but once
But we are children treasured forever
Always changing parts in that place
Where there is no real guru, swami to
Tell us how to be but all are at play in
The fields of the Lord; and when we
Weary of play we sleep in the Pastures
Of  heaven to wake again not knowing
Where we've been and who we really
Are.  But we are friends who love one
Another though there are no words nor
Is it part in our play but it all that matters
To  the o the One that knows our hearts
For God has said we are His children.