And swinging from trees,

I am praying for salvation,

on broken knees.

I sing still for love,

And dance merrily for my needs,

Yet lost in this jungle am I which is

full of lust, and corrupt greed.

So With no where to turn

And everything to learn,

I just simply dream of the sea.

For it is there that, I need to be.

So sail on, sail on high, go I,

Lifting my mast and giving it a try.

For there are no walls that surround the sea,

Nor is there a tree in which for me to swing,

And the salvation that I seek, and that in which I need

 is there....... oh yes, there, awaiting me.

J. Allen Wilson © 2004