Life is holy,
Don’t look though
It’s worthwhile, so am I,
Can’t you see me,
Life is holy don’t you see
Focus back onto me,
Pull back until I’m there
You can see me, you can see me,
Life is holy.
The games we play, the people we play.
The people we play, the games that we play.
We should be the person that people say,
The games, the games, the unmerry games, they bleed into each other,
They become the same.
Be who you are, leave the games on the field,
People are layers, waiting to be peeled.
Tears, how many have fallen from the eyes of the grieving?
Not a drop in the ocean, but an emptying of the heart.
The heart, the storing pool of tears it holds, ready to release.
Not a drop in the ocean, the tears dwarf any ocean, the tears of all.
All the broken hearts, the loss, the lost, the many, the grieving. It DWARFS any ocean and it’s personal to each of us, all of us.