Acts of kindness
Like bread crumbs in a fairy-tale forest
Lead us past dangers
As light melts the darkness
But I don't believe, and I'm not consoled
I lean closer to the fire, but I'm cold
The earth was born in a storm
The waters receded, the mountains were formed
The universe loves a drama, you know
And, ladies and gentlemen, this is the show
I got a call from my broker
The broker informed me I'm broke
I was dealing my last hand of poker
My cards were useless as smoke
Oh, guardian angel
Don't taunt me like this
On a clear summer evening
As soft as a kiss
My children are laughing, not a whisper of care
My love is brushing her long chestnut hair
I don't believe a heart can be filled to the brim
Then vanish like mist
As though life were a whim
Maybe the heart is part of the mist
And that's all that there is that could ever exist
Maybe and maybe and maybe some more
Maybe's the exit that I'm looking for
I got a call from my broker
My broker said he was mistaken
Maybe some virus or some brokerage joke
And hope that my faith isn't shaken
Acts of kindness
Like rain in a drought
Release the spirit with a whoop and a shout
I don't believe we were born to be sheep in a flock
To pantomime prayers with a hands of a clock
