Under the Stars
This world is quite a trip, thinks I,we're born under a star,
the sign tells us how we we'll be,
how far we're going to fall;
We learn to see a world "out there"
for us to sing and play,
looking for toys and candy things
to help us pass the days,
We want to oh forget our pain,
a memory of our fear,
so we create a world "our own"
to hide from our own tears,
For why would God Benevolent,
send me to this dark place?
to watch my friends all die, get sick,
to send me to a crypt?
And why do joys not last down here?
and why do flowers fade?
and why do we watch TV news,
of others in more pain?
Maybe I made this hell myself,
and God waits my return,
to where I was when all this began,
in his heart of love, concern...
Let's sink into our mind of peace,
to where this all began,
to where the bodies' needs are gone,
to where "I" was began,
to where no question needs to come,
to move us from the path,
to where we are in actual fact,
in Him, and in His Heart.