at a loss for words
at times its so absurd what i seem to think
but its as though im always on the brink
ever becoming
the something from nothing
what is the price
the cost of what we sacrifice
faith in a unknown plan
feeling the touch of unseen hands
caring deeply for every man
and every woman
as if their eyes speak the omen
of what we are to become
and what we are running from
back to all one
for good and through ill
our way our will
at times its so absurd what i seem to think
but its as though im always on the brink
ever becoming
the something from nothing
what is the price
the cost of what we sacrifice
faith in a unknown plan
feeling the touch of unseen hands
caring deeply for every man
and every woman
as if their eyes speak the omen
of what we are to become
and what we are running from
back to all one
for good and through ill
our way our will