Take the hand of my blood, and delicately lead
Toward the valley of misdirection –
And with thy hand angelically free
The mounting rein of tarnished hearts –
Carry the heart of my wisdom, unto the starving
And calmly nourish the turmoil –
And with thy heart, spill of it generously
Simply and clearly soothe the lament –
Take the sight of my vision, and open their eyes
For all to see in unison –
And with thy sight, show the truth
To drown the falsity –
Take the hand of my soul, and delicately traipse
Along the valley of misdirection –
And with thy hand, mystifyingly free
The mounting rein of ignorance –