I wonder if I can change my addict, if I’m at it
Another character I need to give attention
And I wonder if he’s been the one preventing
He’s been so focused on who I need to please
That I’ve forgotten to plant the seeds
And water my own flowers, through His power
And I’ve allowed myself to be so bothered
That I denied either of us any water
So I just might, make him an addict to light
Addicted to the Bible as the scribe of
God, the message man to the One above
I wonder if I can take joy in the things I deploy
And if it turns this addict into the scribe