And we gave into a giving
and said thanks for simply living;
we all seem to be content with existing
and breathing has since became an ambition.
The simple things we're after
like living then finding repetition
lost left longing
and leery in suspicion.
So in these circles step softly
and recite not the things you said,
make them secrets
and take them to your grave instead.
Let no one know that God hasn't any friends
and if wilderness is found laid out across your heart,
then child I do understand that you haven't a clue
of where to start.