Village Idiot Publishing (C) 2000 Diary of a Spirit
THE SADNESS OF THE SUPREME
This is a time for life,
This is a time for death,
Sound the trumpet, sing for joy;
life was short but now it's gone.
Where will we go, and how will we know
The complex things that nature shows.
Up and down round and round,
Never seeing the way to go,
But Always searching for the key.
My soul longs for joy, but it never comes.
I see it in the midst, and feel it in my bones,
But sorrow and hatred keep it far away.
Did I miss something I just can't see?
Could there be something I just can't feel?
I see you and how you are,
Constantly hiding inside your mind,
Running from love and its cure.
The greed of survival, and the waist of contempt,
To rise above others,
Who would love you just the same.
Why do you sadden when I tell you I'm free,
Because I believe?
Does it mean so much to you to hear that you're right,
Or does it bring you madness when you see there's no fight?
I just don't think you understand,
The thing that you really want.
To make me feel the way you do, is the story of your life.
But when I see your madness, when you see I will not yield.
It makes me know I never will, accept your way of life.