Life forbidden life obtained many shadows but one true flame,
Withered weathered life unseen precious seed lives in me,
It’s my soul who ponders things in my mortal flesh,
In the body put to test,
But is it a test this life we live? Tell me so? How do you live?
Do these words echo a spark? If it’s written with my light heart.
Beating slow beating fast like a bell in a church time.
The pounding of the bell the alarm goes off and you do your thing to the click of the clock.
But is your beat perfect time and your breath timeless rhyme?
How can I act upon what is real how can I face a faceless fear.
Wonders and treasures that life does speak.
Lives speared and secrets we keep.
Nothing too little to be withheld if the storm is raging in a prison cell.
The captured one is shrinking away and the one in charge rattles his cage.
Waging wars of days not know cold and hard and simply torn.
Fate that comes and binds us all light of a lamp in a shadowed hall.
Stones lay bare compiled over time.
Hearts who are blind are held with a price.
For you my friend are a dimes too many I’m rich you are gold you’re a rare plenty.
Withered weathered life unseen precious seed lives in me,
It’s my soul who ponders things in my mortal flesh,
In the body put to test,
But is it a test this life we live? Tell me so? How do you live?
Do these words echo a spark? If it’s written with my light heart.
Beating slow beating fast like a bell in a church time.
The pounding of the bell the alarm goes off and you do your thing to the click of the clock.
But is your beat perfect time and your breath timeless rhyme?
How can I act upon what is real how can I face a faceless fear.
Wonders and treasures that life does speak.
Lives speared and secrets we keep.
Nothing too little to be withheld if the storm is raging in a prison cell.
The captured one is shrinking away and the one in charge rattles his cage.
Waging wars of days not know cold and hard and simply torn.
Fate that comes and binds us all light of a lamp in a shadowed hall.
Stones lay bare compiled over time.
Hearts who are blind are held with a price.
For you my friend are a dimes too many I’m rich you are gold you’re a rare plenty.