cockburn, bruce
the gift
these shoes have walked some strange streets stranger still to come sometimes the prayers of strangers are all that keeps them from trying to stay static something even death can't do everything is motion to the motion be true in this cold commodity culture where you lay your money down it's hard to even notice that all this earth is hallowed ground harder still to feel it basic as a breath love is stronger than darkness love is stronger than death the gift keeps moving never know where it's going to land you must stand back and let it keep on changing hands hackles rise in anger heat waves rise in sex the gift moves on regardless tying this world to the next may you never tire of waiting never feel that life is cheap may your life be filled with light except for when you're trying to sleep the gift keeps moving never know where it's going to land you must stand back and let it keep on changing hands