Lying in the Backyard-©1994 Richard March Lying in the backyard, with my eyes turned toward the sky In the clouds I see my dreams, floating slowly, passing by Mother calls... I’m not listening... Too many things going on Young mind is a windmill in the storm of life’s newness To stay young, is to realize... that we control the storm Not the years that pass us by ‘Nother cloud drifts slowly by... This one... I see my God Live your life, live your life they say, based on truth and love Fit the glove society offers and you’ll wear it till you die Use your heart to create wings... and away from it you’ll fly Stay away from false dreams, run away from false schemes That promise peace of mind For a cross that’s made of Gold, could never save, but quickly blinds It’s not the house you pray in boy... but what you feel inside And if your altar shimmers, True belief has surely died Salvation isn’t paid for... It comes from inside Do not wait to live tomorrow Or all your life it will be yesterday's And when you find yourself in sorrow Run from pity, chasing Love as your guide Parents raised with a Christian God Their religion it stands firm I never really cared what it meant... Had no want to learn Sit still! Pay attention boy and listen to that man When it’s time to sing son, you will Stand upon command Now my life is my religion... And true love is my God And my church... My church are the friends who surround me now.