Keep away the meddling minds

Dirty little secrets they try to find

Little do they know

How they hurt themselves so

For the destruction they cause

Will turn upon them without pause

Lord protect their hearts

Deflect their darts

May they become wise

And cease to despise

Let their covetous and envious deeds

Be unfruitful seeds

Let the sharpness of their tongue

Go into the Earth as dung

And come out born anew

So that they may find you

Let them waste grace not

So that they may not be forgot

My Lord have mercy

For their souls are thirsty

Release them of fear

Make their hearts dear

To be open to love

To represent the peace of the dove

Written in 1998