Up to the sun

I'm looking at the reeds leaning in the breeze,

I'm watching the rock pools stand still and freeze,

I'm watching you worshipping down on your knees,

But the leaves look up to the sun, not to the roots from which they come

I'm listening to the chime of my mind through time.

I hear the rhythm of the rhyme of the river inside,

And I hear you whispering wishes into the wind,

But believing God won't let you in, for all your sins.

And the rain and the river run round in a cycle that never ends,

So how could you ever change the weather that never ends?

So how could you ever die when your soul goes on forever?

For what never begins never ends.

We'll forever be eternal, my friends.