From the thoughts that come unwanted
the fears that leave us haunted
and that sever us
from the dreams we might still follow
to fill the vacant hollow
in our hearts
where we only yearn to sing
of a tomorrow we can bring
something divine
sweet as home made wine
a gift so fine
let us all together dine
at one large table
where we joyfully can lay
the labor of our day
upon the alter
we built upon our lives
let us put away the knives
and though we falter
we still implore
and ask in earnest
as the world burns like a furnace
please deliver us ~
Lions Mane 