Don't ask me who or what is right
I have no strength, I cannot fight
Just flood my darkness with your light.
I need no face, I need no name
No martyr's artificial shame
No crucifix, I am not lame
And yet I'm dying to feel the flame.
Arrest the sun and shoot the moon
The lamp of laughter dies too soon
To live reflected in a spoon
Makes it too hard to stay in tune,
Unlock the door and unbar the gate
I'll write I love you on the slate
And while St. Peter's thieves debate
The price of time-I will not wait.