Ok I hear you, don't shout too loud, I got it..
Yes, yes don't throw a tissy fit.
I know, I know,
Beautiful as white snow..
But tell me if you believe,
And wade long in the blissful sea?
Open your heart to me,
And show me your longing plea.
Crazy, lazy, dazed world,
Strolling, rolling by
On a whispering wind sigh.
Yes, yes I hear you,
But what shall we do.
Until the next turn in the corner,
And roaming feet tumble and stumble,
Don't make me a mourner.
Standing proud upon clumsy feet is indeed a marvel.
Break away and fall into that mirrored lake,
For the God of our own sake.
Don't tell me no more for a bit.
And stop throwing that tissy fit.
I'll be just fine,
Loving the wading of time.
