Just like we've done for a million years
We strike out blindly in the dark in fear.
Some use rocks or bombs, that's their choice;
me, I use music, my words, my voice.
We each know nothing, but take on faith
that truth comes from an honest face;
and when that message becomes a lie,
we use our darkness to hide disgrace.
Just like we were living in those caves:
we fear and worship the ones' who're brave
enough to venture out in the mist,
who tell us monsters just don't exist.
But we know better; it couldn't be
that we alone keep us from being free.
So there be monsters, alive and well;
on one side, Heaven, the other, Hell.
Just like we started. Doesn't it seem
a million years, a million dreams
would make some difference, help us to grow
beyond our fear of "I don't know."?
The truth is simple: there's nothing more
than what we make it, and that's for sure.
What work we're given is to survive
Another million, 'til we arrive.
03 AUG 2006
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