It chills the mind, one has no mission
Music surrounds with rhythm and blues
Nature surrounds with country muse
The planes keep flying, the birds are swirling
The body is moving.. it has its own sound
The mind lets go.. the words just flow
Tell me God.. from where did the world come so?
Were the stars your secrets.. was the sun your voice
The moon your guidance.. the flowers your delight
If 6 days is all it took..
Why is it in a lifetime
I might still be connected to a hook
