Pebbles on the pathway

Running around
Trying to be something
Acceptable to those
Who don't care

This way and that
Put on another hat
Changing colors
A suit for surroundings

Fashioned from deep iron
Gentle as a breeze
Joy unlike my reason
Humbly on my knees

Understanding is my nickname
Receiving in return
A bridle or a parrot
To hear and not to learn

This alone is madness
Never of this world
At the fires of redemption
My flag will be unfurled

At his voice I'll follow
Whispering my name
In this lonely bored game
It's plan then overcome

The light coming in from heaven
Reflects too bright for most
Must keep the cover on it
And befriend the holy ghost

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