Steer Your Way

Steer your way

Past the ruins

Of the altar in the mall

Steer your way

Through the fables

Of creation and the fall

Steer your way

Past the palaces

That rise above the rot

Year by year, month by month

Day by day

Thought by thought

Steer your heart

Past the truth that you believed in yesterday

Such as fundamental goodness

And the wisdom of the way

Steer your heart, precious heart

Past the women whom you bought

Year by year, month by month

Day by day

Thought by thought

Steer your way

Through the pain

That is far more real than you

That smashed cosmic model

That blind the every view

And, please, don't make me go there

Though there be a God or not

Year by year, month by month

Day by day

Thought by thought

There whisper still, the injured stones

The blunted mountains weep

As he died to make men holy

Let us die to make things cheap

And save the Mea Culpa which you probably forgot

Year by year, month by month

Day by day

Thought by thought

Steer your way

Oh, my heart

Though I have no right to ask

To the one who was never, never equal

To the task who knows he's been convicted

Who knows he will be shot

Year by year, month by month

Day by day

Thought by thought

They whisper still, the injured stones

The blunted mountains weep

As he died to make men holy

Let us die to make thing cheap

And say your Mea Culpa which you gradually forgot

Year by year, month by month

Day by day

Thought by thought