I have seen my world change, Then go back to where it came, In this vicious circle, We are all brought back to life, Only to die again, But without these barron obsessions, I am simply free.
What wisdom is there within us, To live based on the feeling of our hearts? How many times has instinct let us down, Never to be thought through, Never to be questioned, Say what you really mean, When your ambition calls you, For what use is there in praying, If you only hear what you want to hear?