A Diffrent Kind Of Blue

[Verse 1: What God Says] In the beginning... before dawn of how we define time, Before the clay drew breath, the spirit moved on the deep... A shroud of shadow and blue, a planet baptized in dark, Before the sunlight broke through the primal spark. The Divine didn't build a grid for the wagon and wheel, He laid a velvet eternity that no empire could steal. Three-quarters liquid majesty, a holy design, To say the dirt is a visitor, but the water’s divine. It’s a mirror for the heavens, a cleansing of sin, A reminder to the creature where the boundaries begin. You want to claim the horizon? You want to stand on the shore? He covered seventy percent so you would kneel and adore. Seventy percent of the blue... The mirror of what we undo... Washing the world that we knew. [verse2 - what data says] But switch the lens to the glass, look at the cold analytical, Strip the myth from the map, erase the holy and mystical. It ain't a vision of glory, it’s just a planetary engine, A giant thermal radiator keeping life from suspension. Two parts hydrogen, one part oxygen bound, To keep the heat of the sun from burning crust to the ground. It’s a cooling system, a matrix, the primordial soup, Where the first cellular spark learned to divide and to loop. Seven-tenths of the rock has got to stay in the fluid, Or the atmosphere chokes, no matter prophet or druid. An equilibrium balanced on a razor-thin line, It ain't a miracle, mortal, it’s just physics in time. [Verse 3: What Man Says] [Look at the creature who calls himself man Blinded by the ego of his own creation. He looks across the endless blue and sees only a highway, A boundary to conquer, a resource for his empires. We build our grand vessels to tear through the surface, Fools trying to map what cannot be bound. Yet, even in our greed, the waters feed us. The ocean sustains the very hands that scar it... And when the storm rises, the master of the world cower. Amen. Seventy percent of the blue... The mirror of what we undo... Washing the world that we knew. Everyone offers their theories, their beautiful words, Locking the world into equations and myths. But what does a solitary soul see when he stands on the edge? The sea is older than our sins. It is more than a cooling engine for a rock. When the failures of humanity overflow, the tide rises to meet it, As if the ocean itself is catching the tears we cannot cry. They say in the beginning, the world was only water. Perhaps it waits for us to remember... Before we drown beneath the weight of what we have built. In the end, I am just a hopeful fool drifting on the current. We will sail until the strength leaves our bones. With no remorse. Full send into the deep. Amen. [End]