the heart of life
Momma she told me stories
Of a man that died
We wear our crosses
Like a shield against the world we love
But fear the same
I always knew I had all these choices
But one way signs at every crosswalk
Lead me to dead end signs
I wanted white horses
To ride into the night with
And now I see
What I could not back then
The truth is different for every man
And mine I underline and trace
In case I lose my way
I always lose my way
Sister sings a song to praise him
Friend she cries
She lost her face
And can not see the lines that separate
She stands upon the highway blind
i wear this wooden holy every now and then
it doesn't make me any better
sometimes I think I am
found and then I remember
I too stand out in the open unable to see the lines
Father soaked in water holy
He wants to bathe the world
The world wants to bathe in themselves
Every man for himself
So he places his water upon a shelf
I wanna reach the highest
I know not the heart of life
I have this hope its more than science
A man screams at the corner to an audience of silence
I hope theres more
Momma told me stories
about a man who died
I still remember
I still try
To love above all else………
Ill always hope for more for this stone cold earth
Sister songs a song to praise him
Full of beauty I wanna chase it
Incase I lose my way
Ill trace the words save for someday
i wanna reach the highest
I know not the heart of life
but i can try.