There is much beauty
in that steady search for truth...

Has anyone ever told you
that radiant eyes can kill...

There is no pot of gold,
no hidden mysteries...

Another bitter morning.
Sleigh rides and ringing bells...

A pitter and a patter,
Spitter and spatter...

While it is growing
a rose must see its friends die...

They lay me down
on the polyester seat...

The wisest of God's creatures
Sits at home and schemes up plots...

Won't you sit by my side?
Let's silently pray...

One day in the Journey of our lives
I found myself in a great forest...