God's Army stands before me, and they offer me their lands; Before me lies their wonderland of happy days and plans. Infinity around me spreads, like patchwork fields displayed, It's rich, it's beautiful, it's grand! And I am sore dismayed. Behind me lies the tatters of every dream that's failed, Of every hope, and every joy, and every man I've hailed. So where to now? What is it like, to come back to the beginning? To pick it up and forge ahead, still struggling, but now grinning? Invitations all around me; each direction is marked "Out". I must gather all my forces and perform a mighty rout. For I am Gaia, Joan of Arc, the Mother of the Fire, I'll live to serve the god of Love and die upon His pyre.
You invited me to sit with you And yet I cannot sit Sharp bolts of light Fly from your mind Ignite embers in my soul. I cannot think I cannot find A place where I can rest While all around Your power vibrates You build with Love Divine. The bells, the bells the bells They ring, While sparks flow Through my Mind. And here we are The day begins We dance with words Together
I think of the faces and laughter, And the words of encouragement too. My heart overflows with gladness As their voices race through my mind. I'm sad for the times that I've fumbled And forgot all I promised to do, When I thought that I'd posted a smiley But instead drifted into the blue. I wonder how you begin talking, And what are the words that you say? "How do you do?" seems so hollow But "Howdy" sounds oddly strange. There are so many things that my friends know I wish they would tell them to me But the best I can do is keep pacing And hope that one day I will see
What do I think when I'm pacing In the silent darkness of night? What wild thoughts chase each other Through the halls of my wilding mind? I think of the people who'll waken On the far side of this ark, As they rise with the morning sunshine, While I stroll under the stars. I wander through vines in the moonlight, Feel the heavy grass, wet underfoot, Squishing, oozing - slick through my toes, Its freezing and cold - but not snow.
around us shift the sands of fate the portal swirls, it creaks, the gate. who are the shadow souls that lurk within the depths, beyond the work? why do the shockwaves hit so hard? have I lost focus in my yard? "Oh please, oh please" I hear your plea "I am trying", please guide me What must I think on, what to do? one step two step, help me help you. I'm trying to balance on the rope with daily circumstance I cope
A group, a band Of merry men, Who laugh and work and Serve the pen. It is with awe I walk among These mighty ones Of great renown, I watch them build - With great aplomb - Monuments Of times to come. Emerging from the depths Of fate I stand Bemused My heart aflame
On high I stand for all displayed, An acrobat, a little maid. Carefully, carefully, on the rope, One step, two step, I must cope. Up above the world I play, One step, two step, watch me sway. I’m balancing unsteadily, Light, lightly; don't tread heavily. The winds of change around me roar, Pandora's box falls to the floor. The joy, the wild, exultant tide! It spins me round—I fall, I hide. At last, once more, the world is still, My friends have gone; it’s cold and chill. Poor battered hope spreads out its wing Unfurls, and softly starts to sing.
https://youtu.be/W6x125_JCvc?si=yVKASjw-INXfffqh
