Good Friday

Sat at my window watched the world

Wake up this morning

Purple sky slowly turning golden

Distant elms so orange

You'd swear they're burning

All this flowing water

Has got my mind wandering

Do you ever finally reach

A point of knowing

Or do you just wake up one day

And say, I am going?

What will I tell you

When you ask me why I'm crying

Will I point above

At the Red Tail gracefully soaring

Or down below where it's prey

Is quietly trembling?

Two thousand years ago Jesus is left there hanging

Purple sky slowly turning golden

Cowards at his feet loudly laughing

Loved ones stumbling homeward

Their words reeling

Red Tail above my head quietly soaring

Waters turn from ice, creak is roaring

He says, enough of all this shit I am going