Continually going where angels fear to tread
he journeyed searching for that holy bread
Spiralling, spiralling inward he went
turning only where the road was bent
Looking far, just a little bit wide
feeling his spirit begin to slip and slide
Back to the road like a wise old gent
from where he had come he was sent
Searching, searching for that holy bread
knowing, remembering it was in his head
Never ever forgetting his heart
it's great softness playing large part
Turn you, turn you your eyes are wide
focus well beyond your foolish pride
It's not your knowledge but who you know
so much love will set your eyes aglow
You'll never get where angels fly and fly
if you fail to try and try
Will Brown
Thanks for hearing me readers... God bless.
