Whether near or far… distant road or home death star.
Love abounds and skies are free… set in time for you and me.
Live a lie or tell the truth… say a thing or keep it moot.
Frogs will croak and crickets chirp.
The end is near and the water is free.
New roads, new air, and god in the breeze.
Singing songs and offering hymns…. joy, peace, love.
Darkened dirges in dirty city parks… cops on the beat and choppers above.
Grinning whores and toothless smiles.
Walk these roads for many, many miles.
In the fresh and worn, the clean and torn.
All places, all places… the Christ is born.