The past is considered useless
Even though the future
has yet to be seen
The day flies by ever so swiftly
While the night goes by
like waiting death
So I open my eyes
Where do I stand, but on a cliff
Watching tides rush back out to sea
I have, nor desire,
the power to stop them
Guide my hand
among the wind and trees
I want to touch the sky
Feeling the breeze through my fingers
Fills my soul with peace of mind
Don't want to die before I get too old
Oh, can't you see, how I want to be?
Gliding over the sun
Freedom for ages to come
Skipping stones through a pool of fault
Leaves me deaf and blind of thought
Makes me sleep within life's shadow
My foolish mind the dark has taught
Wakes my soul into a new dream
Oh, do I stand alone?
Is the spirit gone?
To stand among the season
When death's final battle has won
Laughter shows the joy of living
Crying finds the truth of life
Well-being brings
the thought of happiness
While sadness arises
from the depth of sorrow
So I close my eyes
Where do I stand, but in the tide
Escaping truth the way man sees it
For only God can consider
useless things
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