The Gift

These shoes have walked some strange streets

Stranger still to come

Sometimes the prayers of strangers

Are all that keeps them from

Trying to stay static

Something even death can't do

Everything is motion

To the motion be true

In this cold commodity culture

Where you lay your money down

It's hard to even notice

That all this earth is hallowed ground

Harder still to feel it

Basic as a breath

Love is stronger than darkness

Love is stronger than death

The gift

Keeps moving

Never know

Where it's going to land

You must stand

Back and let it

Keep on changing hands

Hackles rise in anger

Heat waves rise in sex

The gift moves on regardless

Tying this world to the next

May you never tire of waiting

Never feel that life is cheap

May your life be filled with light

Except for when you're trying to sleep

The gift

Keeps moving

Never know

Where it's going to land

You must stand

Back and let it

Keep on changing hands