K.S. Rhoads
The Wilderness
Ain't nothing new under the sunA poor man's work is never doneSo much is always on your mindYou’re too cold or too kindSo many years just getting by manYou’re so busy living or too busy dyingTryingWe’ve cried out since you were a childA wilderness within the wildAnd we’re screaming from the choirIf god is a fireBurning in a treeThen why won’t he speak to meWe’re tired out here in the fieldAnd all of us need to be healedSo I tore you down and built a wallAnd it’s a hundred living lovers tallSearching for the truthThat you lost in your youthAnd now you’re standing stillLike life is just time that you killThe birds they eat the fishThe men they eat the birdsAnd the men are eaten by the wormsLost in the wildernessAre we lost in the wilderness?
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