6 Masonic – san francisco

End of the line,

Bus pulls into circle.

Driver springs from coach to peer at the ocean against the wind,

Facing it stoically like he does his riders,

But loving the fierceness.

Glaring

This dazzling light overwhelms us.
Having come here to be somebody,
We realize we’re nobody.

We drink to feel right,
To feel godliness we fail to realize,
In this city where God is always right before our eyes.

We declare the world as our canvas

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