DOWN HERE
No way you’re
gonna change your heart about me
Attempting,
say, to get a little wiggle room.
They’ll throw
you back in a very underhanded manner.
As if you had a
sudden and terrible accident
Or fight with an
unyielding adversary
Least
of all interested in you.
The world is
nothing but perils and pearls.
Four seasons
meet where trails finally unwind.
But I wouldn’t
trade it for a 100 extra years
Down here on the
green grass
With
my eyes on The Maker.
Spoken word version from Homage.
Copyright © 2007 by Jim Cohn.