Why is it that we mortals must always yearn?
For that patch of dream that within us does burn…
For that patch of dream that within us does burn…
Why do we always live on in eternal hope?
That one day fate will in someone throw a rope…
Why is it that someone else we always seek for?
Someone to hold us close, to abuse and to adore…
Why is it that someone we need to bind?
For love to seek us out, when love is blind…
Why do we always look at the yonder?
And of things beyond we do always wonder…
And of things beyond we do always wonder…
Why is it that our hearts are always set?
On that one object that when we find we regret…
On that one object that when we find we regret…
Why is it that we always will seek?
A ray of hope when despair makes us weak…
A ray of hope when despair makes us weak…
Why is it that we are always held in awe?
When our courage is mellowed and our spirits are raw…
When our courage is mellowed and our spirits are raw…
Why is it that we always seek to be what we are not?
That we never find happiness in all that we have or have not got…
That we never find happiness in all that we have or have not got…
Why is it that the mind is always full of question and doubt?
When we know that the answers are within us, just that we choose to live without…
When we know that the answers are within us, just that we choose to live without…
No comments:
Post a Comment