Seeking answers with my best friend,
At the bottom of a bottle;
Go to see the man at the peak,
With the hedgerow cut uneven;
Talk to him about my battles;
All his answers were very weak

And I said,

 So you can read the mind of God;
Have you got all the truth;
Or are you just another fraud?
I say you haven’t  any proof.
I don’t want to be like you,
The world can’t use another fool

All sitting stunned into silence,
Catching our wits, holding our breaths;
What was it I tried to imply?
He was not a man of violence,
This good fellow from way out west-
Stared through me before the reply.

And he said,

 I couldn’t know the heart of God,
But I can see pain in your thoughts;
I have told one too many lies;
You can consider me a fraud-
It’s not my problem that you brought;
But it’s my eyes that will not dry.

And I said,

You may not know the will of God;
But you can know the price of pain;
I’m very thankful for your words;
I don’t think that you are a fraud;
I hope you learn to dream again,
And I’m grateful for what I’ve heard.