First in leading my heart into new decisions

First in laying a plan for a better vision

First in leading my faith into stiller waters

First in charting a plan for our sons and daughters

I've got my only reservation strapped to wings of a bird with a missing beak

I've got my only preservation spent on the sight of the ones who care for me

What's it gonna be

The laws of earth were made for kings and priests but not for me

The fires burning high in suburbs and Salem in Harlem and Western philosophy

Holiest of words and wonders written on our sides

It's getting old it's getting ugly

Trying to make rocks sing

Letting the mysterious guide babies on their way

It's strange

But now we all say!