The helm

I've poked my head up above the clouds
to the place where angels spoke
I've played the songs to mindful crowds
I've felt rich when I was broke
morning comes with country air
and the more I felt I'd write
cause the angels did begin to stare
as I listened I did write
I want to see another realm
the one I touched before
give me license to the helm
and reach into my core

it's coming.