60's Wild

Questions

“What’s God like?” my sister asked me,

“Gentle as a baby, strong as a tree.”

“What’s God do?” said my brother to I,

“Loves little children, hangs clouds in the sky.”

“When’s God here?” asked a girl named May,

“Every single minute of every single day.”

“Where’s God live?” asked a little child,

“In the hearts of the people, loving and wild.”

(by my daughter Sylvia when she was 9)

WHEN THE WORLD WAS WILD

Born a 60's woman, was a 60's child
Carved my teeth, when the world was wild
When it came untamed, when the doors were wide
Born a 60's woman, was a 60's child

And the dreams they flew, yes they flew so high
They went soarin thru, a hole in gray sky
And they filled the air, its the air we breathe
Born a 60's woman, and I still believe

And our rights were wronged, and our lefts were right
Cause we stole the juice, from deep blue night
But they grabbed it back, and it made them strong
Born a 60's woman, but I won't be long

Oh it was just
Some 30 years ago
Oh we must we said
Fight to make it so
Oh it was just
A time to fantasize
But now we know
What was truth and lies

Sometimes a balloon, when its filled with air
Will soar aloft, to the atmosphere
But there are times, when it must come raining down
And come to rest, or smash into the ground

So generation X, inherits the wind
For that we left, unless we try again
All our comfort and, all our foolish pride
Is the prison wall, we've wrapped ourselves in

Oh it was just
Some 30 years ago
Oh it was just
The way we said it would be so
Oh it was just
A time for flower's child
A time for our dreams
So many that have died

Some things progress, through the march of time
Still others must be ripped, from sequential lines
And to the chaos, we have only paid
The price of our dreams, in the world we too made

Oh it was just
Some 30 years ago
Oh it was just
The way we said it would be so
Oh it was just
A time for flower's child
A time for our dreams
So many that we left to wither and to die
Oh it was just
A time for flower's child
A time for our dreams
So many that have died