The Mystery One breath we begin, and one breath we die, And all through our lives we each wonder why. Why we were brought here for such a short stay, And would we be missed if we left today? There must be a reason for all that we do, There must be a reason we carry on through, For the mystery that made us is older then time We live, we die without reason or rhyme. Each morning at dawn when the day is brand new, We take up our troubles and carry on through, We burden our hearts with unanswered prayer, And cry in the dark so no one will hear. We souls of the cosmos, children of earth, This searching begins from the time of our birth, From cradle to grave till our circle's complete, Then the ones left to follow repeat, then repeat. There must be a reason for all that we do, There must be a reason we carry on through, For the mystery that made us is older then time. We live and we die without reason or rhyme. We search for the meaning to make our lives whole, All students in search of a spirtual goal, Our souls form a chain that's longer then time, And life it continues, with no reason, no rhyme. The questions we ask are all answered the same, No one but "God" could ever explain, Be it "Allah" or"God" or "Spiritual Being". The force burns within us, felt but unseen. There must be a reason for all that we do, Must be a reason we carry on through, For the mystery that made us is older then time, So we live and we die, without reason or rhyme. |
| for my friend "Warren" Copyright 2000 |
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