Please, don't ask me why,
Sometimes I know a white bearded man in the sky,
Maybe one, maybe two
One for me, One for you,
Sometimes I know a Divine Great Spirit,
Even if there are those who choose not to hear it (and a few poor souls who actively fear It).
Sometimes I know that it's really all Me,
That there's nowhere to go and nothing to see.
Sometimes I wish I had been born a tree,
In fact, it's quite possible that that was what happened to me.