If I Had a Measure

I had a measure, and counted all around, One, two, three;

O the numbers I found. Sitting in the park, minding my own biz,
Sipping on a beverage and hearing it fizz.
A child of the moment,
An orphan to you,
A watcher of evil with nothing to do
A stooge with a purpose,
A calling in her heart,
She penned these words from the very start,
“Bees make honey and they don’t make money,
The turtle knows where the turtle goes,

the turtle went and the turtle died.
I sat down and then I cried.
I married myself to Christ our Lord,

Nothing between my neck and his sword
So if I had reason I’d sing it in a song
With the quiet of a candle all night long.
I went still as a statue, I spoke not a word.
Lived as a nun and my mind thundered.
I prayed for a era psychedelic light,
Putting order and wisdom to schizophrenic fright.

Now the dictum of  my meaning is the arrow of my heart.
Abandoned to  my meaning is why I had to start.
The prison of my story, the evil of my test.
The circle of my meaning and the presence of my breast.
I burdened  with the glory
And spoke to the lord;
Earned His sense of meaning and gathered His sword.
I walked in the evening at the end of the day in the empty of my meadow

with my horse to pray
So if I had reason I’d sing it in a song to the quiet of a candle all night long
 Well, I took a pill, became myself
I knew no grace but that of the elf-
I got so small,
I started shoplifting,
It was Sacrament,
I took anything.
I ran up the stairs, Groceries in hand,
I missed the twelfth stair and I landed on the land.
My elf told me that life was grand.
The  paramedic cam.; He shook my hand
So if I had a reason I’d sing it in a song, to the quiet of a candle all night long
Made this number in
a hospital bed,
Sang it every morning till the nurses bled,
The doctor gave me poison, I almost died, Return from nirvana to my bed and sighed. Reincarnation would have been a new song.
 The cadence of my grief sings all night long, the cadence of my grief sings all night long
So if I had reason I’d sing it in a song to the quiet of a candle all night long
Then I went homeless, barefoot in the street,
The only thing I knew was the music in my feet
The measure of my feeling, my voice so bright.
Guitar at my bosom, \, fingertips so light
Guitar at my bosom, fingertips, so light.
The song of my freedom is a troubadour dame in universal measure we all speak the same
So I spoke and I sang with the rhythm and the rhyme and the way the music made me made everything on time
Well my elf told that the Who was Them And we the homeless--without a gem-
They build a thousand homes, they locked them tight.
I burn with the homeless in the Long Beach night.
Now I have  tomorrow,
Today does belong, the cadence of my grief sings all night long, the cadence of my grief sings all night long
The cadence of my grief sings all night long  
So if I had reason I’d put in a song to the quiet of a candle all night long
The footsteps of my evening, walking in the breeze
In the diamond of the light my heart agrees:
Wearing scarlet and purple crimson and white, on my magic horse, with the birds in flight, on my magic horse with the birds in flight, on my magic horse with the birds in flight