Through time our life is made
We try so hard to meet the grade
Dreams come and then they fade
Lives are like games are played.
Through time our life is made
We try so hard to meet the grade
Dreams come and then they fade
Lives are like games are played.
Lost and won, the days become
Experience of how it’s done
Going through the marathon
All with an inner sun.
Always space to progress
Sometimes life’s beyond a test
It all depends on how we’re blessed
Underneath what’s success?
Our inner-selves may never shine
But inside things maybe fine
Then it makes you think that time
Is for dwelling in self-divinity.
It doesn’t matter how we’re seen
We bare the strains with silent screams
We see the world as giant screens
But outside we still have our dreams.
With inner suns we shine a light
With hopes seemed doomed but inside bright
Our weak exterior inside might
Make all seem not quite as bad…
As it seems
© 1994 – Colin E. Pyle