I thought the world was as cold as stone I cried out for healing for my bones I found the Son in the rocks by the sea I laid on them with the birds that are free I thought the world could not see my face But it was me that was blind and out of place I walked into the Son to regain my sight Then I saw my reflection in the oceans rippled light I thought the world made War not Luv So I decided to make a donation to God above I opened my heart looking for a treasure Found dated coins of my value to measure I thought the world was to noisy for my head Then I listen to a song that was not from the dead I escaped the madness and followed the wind into the trees My ears were anointed by flying singers pleas
