Most serious of matters for such unconscious men Deciphering materials with a feather for a pen Treading water swimming to the shore O I see it how I longed for it before
Walking the waves listening to its band Reaching foot by foot unto the wailing sand Falling back looking up at the sun To see an angel they called her nun
Mouth to mouth on the edge of the world Dressed in proper and her hair was curled Come fishing with me was all she said I’ll show you what real men do with this lead
She taught me a book that was made before my time She said for a poet you would appreciate its rhyme Simply the words sunk into my heart As I listened to her voice until the night got dark
The leaders she explained don’t go to war The are protected like there blood was pure Sitting at desks with those frail legs in chairs Entreating for peace in those solemnly prayers
I gently asked if that would be me one day She said if you are wise you will lead the right way Prophesying a new order in my futures eye Announcing a penny will surely equal a dime
Its up to you to stop whats ahead Remember young man you must write with your lead I looked at the journey I just came from Listening to the band of the waves as they softly sung