As the words won't leave me alone

Realising that my own soul's telling a story - you do love it all when I confabulate great wonders of mixture for your quasi edification along with leaving a stink in your mind.

As the words will leave me

I decided to leave them

Right here, for your consumption

It's not hopefully, just my presumption

As the rhyme, starts to climb

And the world's feeling fine

And the southwind, starts gusting its breeze,

I know I'm not far,

from my Father's, sweet heart,

And I know, He's still waiting for me.