The Spirit resides in a cluttered mind
Within the hungry heart of yesterdays
Disillusioned dreams that followed
Old poets and prophets lost in a world
Where they could not find the words
Within the wilted flowers of days gone by.
Making promises they could not keep,
Road blocks to heavens gate, they tried
To climb the roads and knew the words
But not the tunes as joy was a long ago
Figment on someone else's songs that
Didn't fit the journey they were on and
Couldn't find the map to the place they
Were going. Waking up in an old cabin
A light came from nowhere a word from
Somewhere that emblazoned their mind
That led them to find the elusive mystery
Of the Lord they once knew, dream come true.
Within the hungry heart of yesterdays
Disillusioned dreams that followed
Old poets and prophets lost in a world
Where they could not find the words
Within the wilted flowers of days gone by.
Making promises they could not keep,
Road blocks to heavens gate, they tried
To climb the roads and knew the words
But not the tunes as joy was a long ago
Figment on someone else's songs that
Didn't fit the journey they were on and
Couldn't find the map to the place they
Were going. Waking up in an old cabin
A light came from nowhere a word from
Somewhere that emblazoned their mind
That led them to find the elusive mystery
Of the Lord they once knew, dream come true.