Beggar and Poet

The streets fly beneath me as I run, oh I run
The trees sing so sweetly as I run, oh I run
She stops there before me, sweet words on her tongue
I stop before her glory and with peace I sit down

Tell me of your story little broken wooden man
I shan't waste your time for a dime in my can
That'll keep you till the morning, but after all you've been through
I'll speak of something better, here's what you need to do

Go, write a letter to the mother in the sky
Stand before her face and she'll give you wings to fly
Go out to the meadow, sing to the sun
Bless all creation, only then will you be done

This doesn't help me much as I run, oh I run
Stop your half assed grunts as you run, oh you run
No ones ever spoke so softly as you have done
Tell me more of glory and with peace I sit down

It's starts with the branch of an old mangrove tree
Or a stone, a spider, any wild child thing
I'll stay until the morning, but after the dew is gone
I'll roll just like the weather if you run like you run

Now go, write a letter to the mother in the sky
Stand before her face and she'll give you wings to fly
Go out to the meadow, sing to the sun
Bless all creation, only then will you be done

Oh, no ones spoke to me this way
And I haven't words to say
Maybe if you would stay with me
Maybe I could be this way

Slow, she bends down towards his face
Full of patience, full of grace
And between her brow
His lips finally found
Their rest