To myself I murmer,whispering,murmering
I get down on my knees
Murmering,whispering and murmering
Amidst these tall lush green trees
I softly say to myself in a low tone again
who will care for the fallen?, who will share the blame?
Why do I look outward to blame?
Why don’t I try and understand the game?
Why don’t I look inward to within me?
Why do I look for the reason to flee?
Why do I look forward reason here and there?
Why don’t I try to look within myself with care?
Why don’t I try to open my mind’s eye?
Why don’t I take it head on and not be sly?
As I remain on my knees on the grass
Thoughts flood my mind without much farse
It is me and myself only
That will and can help me solely
So as I am down on my knees
I will from now on look inward to find the key