| The Universe Seek that which has no eyes But can see, for love is blind And it shall come as no surprise That my heart is kind Seek that which cries to you For in a distant sea The mist is of foreign hue And that which is, is meant to be Seek that which crawls below for not only the mountains high Have the wisdom to know That you can touch the sky. Seek that which comes to you If it runs, it is not right Invest in naught for naught is true And hide the silence of the night. |