I rested my weary body beneath an oak Laying witness to it's natural beauty I felt not guilt, nor shame Felt not guilt, nor shame
I layed my head between her breasts Observing her kindly warmth I felt not guilt, nor shame Felt not guilt, nor shame
Jouneying down the path of truth has not led me to magic or faith But to a rational, an objective clarity And for this I feel no regret, nor shame No guilt, regret, nor shame