The fire in the heavens yearn,
To take away the pain.
Man has nowhere but to turn.
In sunshine and the rain.
If storms come crashing,
Up from hell,
And trees are smashing,
Natures spell.
I\'ll wait in waters, ankle deep,
Upon the skin of your tempered feet,
Obliged am I unholy, love.
From below, eternally and above.
And prayers will dance like butterfly’s,
Tranquil, fluttering within mine eye.