The prophet

Long ago a tall man told a tale of yesterday,
Searching for the truth to life and not for just a way.
Finding pleasure from this house his ears, they did obey
In his life a moment's pleasure, never to delay.
He was lost and in his trust he found a new meaning
Seeing the things in diff'rent lights his life was redeemed.

Words of peace will fill his mind and change his way of life
Peaceful meetings with his heart have made him more alive.
Meeting wise old women on the cliffs of life itself
Asking not for pers'nal meaning, more for just himself.
Soon we'll be as he proclaimed in a new way of living
Take the things you need in life but remember the giving.

Prophesy within your mind and you will work it out
Prophesy that some will die but only those who doubt.
Then you'll never worry as somtimes you used to do
Just remember when you're gone there's someone after you, you.