From the first breath of sunlight, I could hear songs from the trees. All around the wilderness, Melodies directed towards me. But when I sang along, They all changed their harmonies to hymns of persuasion. I was blown away with the leaves, And forced to a conclusion about the path ahead. I analyzed the consequences of the future of my direction. And I'll go until these bones don't go. If the sun is kind enough, I'll find a nice place to rest. Light will pour and rain on down as a song tied to her breath. In her words I could see a thoughtful Line, if these bones don't go on, Arrest me for a crime that I've perpetrated, And I'm who it's against. Living life in constant motion is the only way I'll be content. And I'll go until this body does not go.