Dead asleep, too tired to weep, no meaningful words to speak because talk is cheap,
Continue to walk like sheep, led astray by the ways we keep
Turning from the fold to the earthly gold we reap

At times, it can be easy to rhyme words without ideas attached,
Meaningful discourse is a prime source from where ideas can hatch,
To get where our intentions match, where to the same purpose we latch,
From there dispatch, the love we catch, when God pours out a fresh batch.