We Are What We Write: (Sheila H's Vibe I Transcribed)

We are what we write
Whether joy or crankiness
Slings and arrows, bows and bits
Life, off the top of me head
One could never say it sounds so brutal
Just standing in line, next afternoon
There's no expense to it
Just enjoying each moment, like a surprise

We are familiar patterns
In different seasons, learning parts
So naturally, on the job training takes art
Learning by experience, so much this and that
More than a Puritan, who might have had a cat
But there's always a maybe, we hide Puritan tryst
Textbook Victorian England, collection of wigs
We are what we write, if you can dig

We are infinite in passage
Belief is precious like now and afterlife
Most every religion talks of mission
Love, caring for friend, neighbor, stranger
Mistake makers happen, smile you lion tamer
Let better Angels paint images and whisper
Love all, not just an issue, just saying this should
Form the fire and brimstone of a real preacher teacher

We lack wisdom in teachers
Adding coals to smoldering coals
Social friction, Sunday morning words crush
Why oh why so little focus on needs, on us
Children, brothers, sisters, the man in the ditch
We are humanity: God's message is not a pitch
Cameras, lights, TV shows, or most anything
Why do we avoid right: We are what we write