Sitting here now at this creaking, old desk, Wondering who's here, who's gone, who's next. Thinking through the window about the sun, the smiling faces Then thinking about me now with my cold and unpacked cases. Need to get up, go out and do something I can’t just sit here waiting and waiting. The weather is bright and the sun is good But the window in here is made of more than wood Should I try to make sense of it? The things I’ve done… Or try to understand that’s just the way of the gun. But all the while I’m thinking ‘bout the goings-on outside The people and the faces and the joy they can’t disguise And the birds and the trees that you can’t restrict or blame The freedom that they have, no class, no guilt, no name. Contrast this with my body now, its looking kind a rough The lines across my stomach tell of pride then scorn with love The scar inside my leg tells of fun on crafted steel But the one upon my knee gently hints that this is real. With this hand of mine I’ve written and I’ve played and I’ve bemused But my brain of self-assurance is now dampened and confused The wealth of all the debris that I’ve had to leave behind Has begun to stir the thinkings that I’d often tried to hide. The thoughts of where they came from, why I’ve got them, what they’ re worth Can’t think when I last used that, was I given that at birth? All the things that once ascended me have left me high and dry Concerns for those less fortunate now eat me up inside. I reflect upon the end, when this passing world has gone Is my life a crushing wave or just a ripple in a pond? Is everything I’ve known a worthy cause for which to die, When its destiny is to burn in an all-consuming fire? I reach into the drawer where I find the Lord’s Good Book With all the troubles I’ve been facing, it’s surely worth a look. The message that it preaches, is one of hope and love I grasp that I’m a sinner and that my good deeds aren’t enough. The Son that God has sent has paid the price for me I bask in the forgiveness and the fact that I am free. {Pause} Sitting here now at this creaking, old desk, Knowing why I'm here, whats been done...and what's next.