This World Is A Faith That Seem Pain.
This life, a dead life, with its strife,
Sleep like you're dead, like someone dead;
That's the price of this Golden life,
When you wake; allur'ng is the bed.
Tis this world where strange strangers rule
Tis this den where citizens cry
Tis this world where we felt sold too
Tis this world where we live to die.
To look up is looking deep down
To look down is looking up; faith?
When I think less of myself; down_
I feel more of yourself_ for faith...
Faith ev'n brings pain, tis like a dream
To keep hop'ng seem an illusion
To be tired is rekindled seem
This world is a dead sea, a lock without key,
Seekers seek and found an ocean.
"words from the innocent mind"