What is this whispered thief?
Is it a lie? Is it a lie?
Does fabrication begin at belief?
Who steals my years to keep all to
themselves?
Is it only just the ground we stand upon?x3
I've asked you, yet heard no reply.
Is it only just the ground we stand upon?
Will I just soak into this
earth when I die?
Have I fallen before I finished?
Who answers my questions when ears do not
listen?
When silence speaks volumes.
And I have heard no reply.
This doubt that clouds what I perceive as
truth.
The unnerving sense that there is nothing
left.
An illogical view where purpose is gone.
Who wills these groundless conceptions?
Find faith in life.
In whatever will keep you believing that we
are not meaningless.
Retain what you have learned because love
is an endless wonder.
It's a never-ending knowledge, this is our
only solution.
I believe in me
I believe in you
I believe that we are not meaningless