Call it fear, call it hope disguised as anger.
Perculating through the fabric of mankind.
It's a mood, it's a vibe that's overwhelming.
But our momentum makes it hard to read the signs.
I pray for pardon, Eye All-seeing.
We maintain, grab a hold and ride the tiger.
Gripping and just hanging on for dear life.
Proud and confused we get lost in the detail.
All but forgetting the reasons for the strife.
I pray for pardon, Eye All-seeing.
Round and round, it's the old familiar story;
Tired eyes that never clearly see.
I guess we'll always be.
Striving to be let loose and set free.
Once we all got along, shared the food and the songs about us,
To a common belief held by both moguls and thieves.
Once we trusted and gave, now we're masters and slaves.
And what we once held so dear now we're choking for fear.
Here I am, I am your friend, won't you take my hand.
Don't you want to try again, don't you understand.
I'm so tired, so old and frail.
I could never do what you all seem to want me to.
I'm so stuck, set in my ways.
I've no will to change, and will not ever likely do.
I have fought for way too long.
Now the fight's all gone, I badly need to sleep, my friend.
We have done the best we could,
And our walls withstood, but now I can see the end.
I give up, my time has ended, all I want's to let go.
And so, leave it be so it may start/stop to grow.
So maintain, grab a hold and find a fire.
Grinning idiots floating dull and hypnotized.
Let it grow and let it flow, let it breathe and give it love!