Close your eyes and dream your dreams
Catch the wind and paint the sky
Slow the tides and learn to fly
For nothing is what it seems
bustling with an after glow
The lights go
on, the lights go off
Not much of
joy, at that do we scoff?
To where do these lives flow?
How do you turn something inside out?
Wavering here, wavering there
solid but the air?
Have to want that direct route!
truth is no sure fire thing
Yes is yes, that is that
another legal spat
Accountability, who will bring?
will come the prophets say
Maybe Heís here, maybe He has
the proof to all the jazz?
He is God, building Heavenís way
Is faith blind, or just let's us see?
Believe in Jesus the Lord!
Weíre leaving this place, so get on board!
Eyes are opened by Godís precious key
try to figure all things out
Reasoning leads to death
the purpose for each breath?
allow God to add you to His count
His Count by Ronhales John 8:32