In this world of sorrow and no tomorrow
I find a piece of mind.
In due time you too will find
a place within your soul,
a place where you can go and unwind.
Take your time and feel fine,
and this time I'm not lyin'.
I'm not denyin' the facts of life
and how hard it is.
I'm just going to a place full of bliss.
When you close your eyes
and make a wish,
do you ask for love, or just a kiss?
Whatever it is, I don't know.
That's your biz;
where you go
to feel sublime
and pass the time.
Even though it lasts a short time,
it still is a peace of mind.
So just go kick back and relax
chill out to the max,
and get your stacks, of money.
No, it ain't funny, its serious stuff.
Life is rough.
What you have to be is tough,
and you will ride through the muck.
So much for luck,
you're just stuck.
So what?
Remember the love
and all the hugs
and without a doubt,
you'll zone out.
But don't burn out,
it'll turn out.
There is one thing that has constantly
plagued mankind since creation.
One evil that remains imbedded in
the nature of humanity.
It is sin.
There is no way to escape it,
no way to wash it away.
This illness that humans suffer
cannot be removed.
This is the order of it all,
until a strange gentleman came,
and made the biggest sacrifice.
This gambit was the Creator's strategy
ever since day 1,
when forbidden fruit condemmed our souls.
The deed was done for all,
so that the cure
to the dreaded disease of sin
would be available.
All that is required is a dosage of faith, hope and love.
Then, on the final morning,
the Lord will call us,
and we will be eternally
free from sin.
There are times when I lose my mind
looking and looking, but I can't find
a meaning to it all, but I know its there.
I search and I search, but I don't know where
to go, what to think.
I can feel so good, then I start to sink
into a pit of despair
and when I'm sure I don't care,
something happens, and my heart is repaired
from the damage inflicted by a life that just stares
and burns my soul, till I feel bare
and I am consumed by the flare
of anger and a mood that is rare.
I feel like I need a spare
to make it so I don't need to fake it.
I can't take it, nor shake it.
When I feel lower than dirt
someone comes to erase my hurt
and soothe my aching soul.
This time there is no toll, no price to pay for this pleasure
for someone to care is a treasure.
Then I find that I am on cloud nine
and all the while, inside my smile
is a state of denial from life itself
and then it all crumbles and I lose my wealth
of happiness and bliss.
I'm longing for one kiss
from the one who gave me this;
my love, my joy, my happiness.
Then I will say, "as distant as night is from day,
is love from being betrayed."
All I am is laid on the line that is defined
by how many people that think I whine
about how bad life can really be
and how they just don't see
how I can be so pessimistic.
To them, I'm unrealistic.
To them, life is all peaches and cream,
and everything is the way they're seen.
But I say life is a balance of both;
Good and evil, which I see the most,
and spend time trying to escape from,
but then I tell myself that that is dumb.
Maybe I'm a cynic, but don't be a critic,
instead, try to solve it. Then, I won't want to quit.
cause I'll see life as good AND bad.
Maybe then I won't be so sad.
It is hard to imagine
How it all came to be
It is hard to imagine
How it happened to me.
Some kind of fairy tale,
Some sort of dream
That, even though I fail,
She will not scream,
She will not shout,
She will not cry.
I have not figured out
Just exactly why.
But it doesn't matter;
I don't want to worry
About that particular matter,
Cause I don't want to feel sorry,
Especially for my sake,
Cause I would truly feel
That I would be a fake,
My heart covered with a seal,
That only she can break.
And if you could only see
How much I love you,
Then maybe you will see
Your own love for me, too.