Michael Woodhead


Written by Michael Woodhead
Copyright © 1968, 2017

Chaos and confusion
Linger in profusion
Every man is running
For to hide his soul
Some will disillusion
Lost in some delusion
Mirrored forever
In his aureole

Chaos and confusion
Bring to need transfusion
Bleeding souls who want to hide
Within their auric sheathes
Some come to conclusions
Lost in seclusions
Making their lives free
From the flowered wreathes

Chaos and confusion
Cause some intrusion
Into the lives of many
Who were unknown men
Perfect illusion
Lost in self-delusion
Opening their inward hearts
To the great Amen