Some may say
The choice is ours
Others seek advice while starin at the stars

Others fold their hands and pray and wait
Hoping that one momentous day
Their heaven will await

And those who hope through microscopes each day
Say they know the answer but its only theory
Was our fate set in stone

A thousand years ago




There exists a girl halfway round the world who looks as lost
as

lost could be
Who looks exhausted just like me
And she's been losing sleep over thoughts too deep to

consume
As she stares at the ceiling of her room
And though she's trying so hard to make some sense about

Every little thing and each event that
Comes her way and now she's praying
Up into the sky where her god is waiting

But is he really there to listen to her prayers
Or is he from a story
A thousand years ago



What do you believe is true

in a world that's filled with lies
And who do you think painted the pictures that became our
morning skies

Do you even think at all or are just another
Materialistic fool or skeptic
who counts their money just to see if they're alive

And are you alive




Some may say
The choice is ours

Others seek advice while starin at the stars
Others fold their hands and pray and wait
Hoping that one momentous day

They're heaven will await
And those who hope through microscopes each day
Say they know the answer but its only theory

Was our fate set in stone
A thousand years ago