Oct 03, 2005 22:21
You shout in your sleep.
Perhaps the price is just too steep.
Is your
conscience at rest if once put to the test?
You awake with a start to just
the beating of your heart.
Just one man beneath the sky,
Just two ears,
just two eyes.
You set sail across the sea of longpast thoughts and memories.
Childhood's
end,
Your fantasies merge with harsh realities.
And then as the sail is
hoist,
You find your eyes are growing moist.
All the fears never voiced
say you have to make your final choice.
Who are you and who am I to say we
know the reason why?
Some are born;
Some men die beneath one infinite
sky.
There'll be war, there'll be peace.
But everything one day will
cease.
All the iron turned to rust;
All the proud men turned to
dust.
And so all things, time will mend.