Captainqt
03-02-2008, 06:22 PM
The skeleton dances as the wind chimes a familiar tune
We all know the song that begins with love and ends hating
We as a whole find meaning in the complications of insecurity
Reaching for the sky in an infinite search of futility
A gentle breeze pushes the grass into a whistle
And there is a thought in space of who considers such matters
The answer is one that remains true for any great mystery
It is only in seeking the meager, the small, the seemingly meaningless
That we may achieve a level of freedom beyond our farthest imagination
Conceiving and revealing the wondrous inspirations of heaven
Bringing to light the wisdom of the simple strength
Showing the way for prisoners and the helpless
How could you ever consider such a large matter as your life?
For that matter the moral fiber of your existence is much more
Than just an asterisk making an exception in the footnote
It grows either old or new, up or down, with love or with hate
The devil wishes us all the best because it is in this state that we lack
Our perception of purity reveals itself as our self-centeredness
Victory belongs to the evil one and we are not sorry
The foulness of our stench, the wretchedness of our sin becomes familiar
We feed the one who hates us and deny the One who loves
What a terrible loss our own will serves
But what wonderful possibilities does His serve!
We all know the song that begins with love and ends hating
We as a whole find meaning in the complications of insecurity
Reaching for the sky in an infinite search of futility
A gentle breeze pushes the grass into a whistle
And there is a thought in space of who considers such matters
The answer is one that remains true for any great mystery
It is only in seeking the meager, the small, the seemingly meaningless
That we may achieve a level of freedom beyond our farthest imagination
Conceiving and revealing the wondrous inspirations of heaven
Bringing to light the wisdom of the simple strength
Showing the way for prisoners and the helpless
How could you ever consider such a large matter as your life?
For that matter the moral fiber of your existence is much more
Than just an asterisk making an exception in the footnote
It grows either old or new, up or down, with love or with hate
The devil wishes us all the best because it is in this state that we lack
Our perception of purity reveals itself as our self-centeredness
Victory belongs to the evil one and we are not sorry
The foulness of our stench, the wretchedness of our sin becomes familiar
We feed the one who hates us and deny the One who loves
What a terrible loss our own will serves
But what wonderful possibilities does His serve!