carry my life to the green light beyond
bury my past
create my song
for as grapes turn to wine
ashes must reach dust
for as life folds old
then so dost my trust
in men who walk sideways
in birds who fly low
in eyes tired then sleepy
in a dry creek beds flow

oh resurrect the grey
sing praises on my past
skin me of my hatred
render me downcast
as long as I am alive
acute and aware
play on now sweet music
bring back my sweet fair