Forgive me

Forgive me.

I don't know who's who. 

Who's right, who's wrong?

They all believe their mission. 

But who's right and who's wrong?

We all have our suspicions. 

So I lay here in the night,  my thoughts, like my eggs, all buttery scrambled...

Who could be a master chef  - bring it all together...

A recipe with unity,  where the children enter...

There must be a door? There must be a clue!

But all I hear is I am the One.

What should I do?

Would one claim to be One? to bring down number two?

Is number two the One that came for me and you?

It's all so confusing,  like a servant I am blind...

Forgive me please, if I take my ease, from the voices in the byway..

See like you, I have my proof,  the proof the world can't see.

So whoever you are (my bright shining star), to me you bring relief, from trouble and stress (but my life looks a mess!), for you I am a fool.

Let them all have their say - there's only one way, and not many walk in it...

But those that do, and get the clues, are lifted as they stumble  

In a world choked with weeds

His own precious seed

Is nurtured in the hearts of the humble