We have dreams From these dreams Lives are held aloft Loved, Saved Depraved Or lost Guided to salvation Or nailed To the crossroads Of our own making. Shape shifting Crane lifting Joy Bursts The banks Of the river Tears flow Like salted Lava Oh life can be A strange and Beautiful thing. Especially When Wisdom Dawns. We have dreams From these dreams Lives are held aloft Loved, Saved Depraved Or lost Guided to salvation Or nailed To the crossroads Of our own making. Shape shifting Crane lifting Joy Bursts The banks Of the river Tears flow Like salted Lava Oh life can be A strange and Beautiful thing. Especially When Wisdom Dawns. Oh why didn't I see this in my dreams Why are we splitting the seams of the fabric that comforts us? Do we do it for the love? Oh life can be A strange and Beautiful thing. Especially When Wisdom Dawns.
