Anthropopethia

Your still small voice is a comforting sound to receive

When all "I" wanna do is play the fool for YOU and speak your legal ease

Howbeit in the Spirit we speak mysteries, come whisper in my ear

It's clear that any day or year you’re my belated dream

“All you wanna do is run, be careful what you ask for my son

‘Cause I won't play the fool, no I won't play the fool, no I won't play the fool

Like father, like son, like him, like her, like you”

Does the moon solely exist (I wish), to reflect the sunlight?

Or did I become a mirror, for a different Son's shine

When I'm splitting at the seams in the colorful leaves, they say