God gave the tools
to fools,
and the power
to build,
or destroy,
and it's up to you
and it's up to me,
and it is up to we,
to make of this
what we will.
It does not have to be
all up hill.
We could just go with
the flow.
My love flows to you,
as yours does naturally
to me,
if you stop fighting it.
Once a gift was given,
it's value, fully realized,
clouds and rain
came in,
and obscured the view,
for me and you,
but I'm smart enough
to know,
I'm smart enough
to see,
it's value given, once
to me.
I want to keep
and hold to heart
and see again
the day,
sunshine shines for me.
