I speak above
yet not down
occasionally over heads
but never raining on
or striking their crowns
shame on shaming ignorance
rather than revealing the difference
will you heal the world and be a teacher
a great sharer and speaker
or will you grab the globe and beat her
cheat her and still claim love
like the preacher

I speak above
I think in the dark
Just as the beginning
Subconscious breeds the start
What is not known
Is what is needed most
Most won't climb to the top
Busy waiting for the warmest coat
first
While they're waiting for the wooly sheep’s work
The times are getting worse

I speak above
wings of the tongue
Every angel pays the price
Acceptance, normality, sanity's
the sacrifice
Every now and then I shine my halo
My only vice
Such a gravity--
another condition of this life