A child is born in love but soon learns to forget it
Lives a while in hope and soon is run by habit
Are you at a place called sacrifice of comfort
Know there's something more but don't know how to get it?

What use all your hopes; what use all your achievements?
What use all your life when it comes time to leave it?
Is there something more when this life is over?
Fertilize the sun or fertilize the clover.

Now you're halfway home and starting to get nervous,
There's a nagging in your guts you still have found no purpose.
Better take the rest and live it like a warrior.
Do you think you'll get the chance to do it over?

... Parker Dickson ...

Mamas, Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up to be Sufis

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Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be Sufis
Don't be a fool, send them to school
Teach them how to fit in and be cool
Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be Sufis
For they'll act kind of odd,
And they'll talk about God,
And they'll know they got no place to go

A Sufi is liable to move somewhere, like California
And he'll sell his guitar so he can buy and old car,
Drive out there and trade it for another guitar
And he's liable to spend all his money, if he ever has any
On far-fetched ideas dreamed up willy nilly
And he'll always be broke and he'll probably be silly

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Now a Sufi is sort of like ice cream with ketchup and hotsauce
He doesn't make sense and he seems kind of dense
Comfort and security will just make him tense
He spends all his time with people he doesn't particularly get along with
And he seems kind of stiff, like he's wondering if
He'll go backwards or forwards or both

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A Sufi will never be rich and he'll seldom be useful
He's much too confused and he never gets used
To doing things the way normal folks do
He's a lot like a kid that got bigger but didn't get sophisticatedor
And he thinks a bad pun is a great deal of fun
And he seems to enjoy being totally dumb

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Babies don't let your mamas grow up to be Sufis
Don't be a fool, send them to school
Teach them how to fit in and be cool
Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be Sufis
For they'll act kind of odd,
And they'll talk about God,
And they'll know they got no place to go