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each day I follow my vocation

a silent matter of course

I watch the headlines over coffee

searching for excuses



though we may be the ones who are able to give

to be given is our sorrow

and we clean up the stairs in front of our house

pretending not to hear



I will be waiting for the day we rearrange our view of sharing

it is time to make amends



oh, were all cynics that - broken-hearted -

want to be so different

merely bathing in our holy silence

that casts a lonely shadow



now youre feeling ashamed, want to get yourself cleaned

but its hard to find distraction

desperations a trap thats getting you down

...that wasnt my design



I will be waiting for the day we rearrange our view of sharing

it is time to make amends



my vocation, silent matter,
to be given, Ill be waiting

rearranging, to be different,
merely bathing, find distraction



now youre feeling ashamed, want to get yourself cleaned

but its hard to find distraction

and we clean up the stairs in front of our house

pretending not to hear



I will be waiting for the day we rearrange our view of sharing

it is time to make amends...