We wait here on the wind
bound up from within
eager to be souls
without any source of sin

But free spirits lie in wait
with flowers at the gate
calling, 'join us in the garden,
before it is too late!'

Instead we cast away our eyes
and with wicked words chastise
determined that our minds work better
when kept a smaller size

We think it's all been planned
we'll sit right by his hand
when we really should be wondering
just where it is we stand.
Oct 2007