left with nothing leaves our imaginations in a wonder
by a book filled thought some stories of life remained
silenced by his stature when a man reached new heights
an inquisition unheard which was cornered and led to his fame
failing in growing by meandering down the wrong lanes
when brighter minds in this run-ruled unrespected world
carved from the core of rock until it leaves the edge of time
in succession as indeed when we all showed our shames
and to bore a human soul with the atrocities we breed and grow
leave some space before it becomes to inadequate to remember
where worldly wisdom needs to stand up and never sits down
on a dependency against this life in a struggle for existence
remaining still as though for some reason life still flows on
when turning over into a change of brilliant scenery of love
tenders on tip-toes as we all very slowly learn to care again
your bridge is our bridge that floats over those troubled waters
wash away the tears and bring back brains full of new ideas
this thing that life exists in which we breed upon instinctive nerve
nurtured in ways which always starts a brand new tomorrow
so shallow are the holes we live but at least it\'s a home we have
dreams eventually desire to open up and start to breath like us
in showing life is like a cloud as another beautiful dove flies by