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.