I use to dream of traveling by rail

Hoping to express myself into tale after tale

Looking out of my car’s little window

Finding words to help express and explore my soul

All of those little tales that I might find

As I left destination after destination behind

Each telling a little more of the story

About man’s quest for things like glory

Or nature’s simple way of showing beauty

I felt compelled like it was my duty

Hoping to show what we already truly know

That God is the artist who puts on the best show

Now it is that these were just school boy dreams

Instead, I weave my made up tapestry of  broken seams