Shifting the chair on the porch. For a better position to enjoy the warmth. Of the sun. To keep warm. And working the needle and twine. Lost in the furthest recess of the mind. It is calm. There is peace. A cat on his lap and a dog at her feet. But oh. The heart of a man. The secrets they bury within. And oh. The causes that force his poor hand. Lead to be misled. At those deceiving hand. And it's a night among easily described. Misunderstanding our thoughts by and by. I'm barely here. If even at all. A fear of the misunderstood. Invites the violence. Right in chasing off all the good. We have brought. All on ourselves. Let it straight by the words. Of somebody else. And oh. The life of a man. His head above the water. And pushed under again. And oh. I've seen it one too many times. It's a test of the spirit versus. The health of the mind. Oh. Bring relief to him now. And the people he loves. Oh. I know the feeling's the feeling but. Not what it's called. Oh. Oh. The will of a man. And all his well meaning intent. And oh. The thought of it all. As far as we've come. We're still further to go. Oh. All the years we lost. They don't mean nothing at all. Oh. Lifting the spirit impression of a son. Oh. Bring some peace to his heart. And a wondering thought. Bring some peace to this world. And keep passin' it on