We live to see the next day
When zealous minds devour our thoughts
But when a sweet tang brings our souls to a place I want to be
With a love that cannot ever be complete
With a faith that hungers in me
I am no other than a peasant
I am a man that sees the stars above
Who desires to see them glisten upon me in a time of need
I cannot pray for my words for they are lost in time
I am only a man
A man that sees the injustice in the silence of shadows
I want to believe that we all were meant for a course longing as a ferry boat climbing up the river for opportunity but lost in the rapids
Survival is our due course when the sun rips through the leaves of summer
Do we know we are a part of something gracious beyond glory and beyond death do we find a way
Like empty spaces on a page in a notebook