Threads

In every crack
In every scar
There lives a story
Life is unfolding
Adapting and Growing
Along the way
All of the ways you have partaken
In the weaving of the threads
Down inside of your dreams

Must we be blind
To the weathered look of time
In our obsession with the new
Are we burying the living
Must we complain
Of the pouring down rain
When we learn to give value
To the sculpting work of time

Staring all alone at the edge of a canyon
Brings me back to the old kind of way
The grass is swaying with the vines and the brambles
Give way to the ax and the cradle
Who am I to say what the right way to live is
When we might go to hell anyway
Put hope on a line and cast it out to the sky
Reel it in and watch the time go by

I woke today
Felt all the ways I have partaken
In the weaving of the threads
Down inside of my dreams

In every crack
In every scar
There lives a story
Life is unfolding
Adapting and growing
The day today
Changed all the ways we have partaken
In the weaving of the threads
Down inside of our dreams