Tunneling to Monte Cristo

Shifting in sitting of that world or this

Digging tunnels out of cells in the Chateau d‘if 

Not seeing sunlight, but another room with a soul

Crying freedom

So we see what say, what we ask, will we pay

With our time to invest in what comes

Not the list of expected of God’s incorrectness

At what we thought was best, but in the end we confess

That what happened was better

Than the prayed for never

Coming in the wind at the moment left chagrinned

That the blessing unrequited blared like a siren

To grow a path anew in a direction to

Where we never saw coming

Salvation in the tunneling 

Ah ha, Ah ha, found a root, found a root!

Ah, ha, Ah, ha, look we found a root!