Pen in Hand
Seeing in life man’s inhumanity to man;
Hatred and greed I just don’t understand.
Wondering where is purity, peace, and love?
Does it only come as a gift from up above?
Or do our hearts contain the ability to see;
Gratitude and joy appears to be the key.
This old world just spins around and around,
Watchin’ the evening news can weigh you down.
I’m not wanting to preach or take a political stand;
No, I’m just looking at life with a pen in my hand.
Walking this rocky path into the horizon ahead,
Trying to become a more aware and loving Fred.
Two steps forward; then one step back;
Surrounded by friends helps take up the slack.
Finding an inner stillness, a place to breathe;
A tapestry of peace I attempt to weave.
This old world just spins around and around,
Watchin’ the evening news can weigh you down.
I’m not wanting to preach or take a political stand;
No, I’m just looking at life with a pen in my hand.
Tilling the hard places in my heart and soul,
Cause this old life can emotionally take it’s toll.
Weeds grow quickly, strangling gentle fruit, yet
With an attitude adjustment it becomes moot.
Joy surges to the surface from deep within;
Living peacefully as long as I’m in this skin.
This old world just spins around and around,
Watchin’ the evening news can weigh you down.
I’m not wanting to preach or take a political stand;
No, I’m just looking at life with a pen in my hand.
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2014
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