Remember when I was seeking God but not myself? I'm not sure what made me stop The soreness in my knees? My fascination with trees? My fear of not being free? Cobble stone paths laid out by Father's leading the mass Only the holiest of wines I search for many things but only what takes me high Oh Sister's, why do you sacrifice? My hands stretched out hoping to reach something bigger than the atoms that create us all All of us looking before we fall I take trips because they allow me to see more And if You are out there way past the fake and adoring You know where I'll be Climbing the Tree that sets us all free