So glad the world can’t hear my thoughts.
Oh if the world could hear my thoughts,
from this world I’d likely be shot
like a cannonball.
I leave the light on, yes I do.
Climb up to where I love the view.
Sometimes the dark comes shining through
like a cannonball.
The cuckoo bird is not the best.
Watch her rob the robins nest.
Watch her swallow the swallow’s eggs.
Such a sweet song.
But I’d never think to judge.
There’s nothing evil in a flood.
Forgiveness? That’s my bud.
Such a sweet song.
To every thing there is a time.
For every justice there’s a crime.
We might not see. We might not shine.
Someone will.
When you fall down in a hole
you don’t care who drops the rope.
All you do is holler and hope
someone will.