Dancing on into the fire we boldly seek its flame Wisps of smoke can pierce our eyes Yet we reach out just the same. And though we bear the scars of pain We leap before we look Inventing stories of our own And adding to the Book
Chasing shadows we destroy our days Blindly walking paths unknown Racing out into the dark hallways Unprepared to reap the wind that we have sown.
Through the window of our weary souls Deception rushes in Fan the flame and feed the fire No way to keep it in So we yield to the oppression and we bow to wiser minds And before we catch our breath we see The Higher Freedom that we bind
Chasing shadows we destroy our days Blindly walking paths unknown Racing out into the dark hallways Unprepared to reap the wind that we have sown.
-------------------------------------------------------------- the old man and his stuff
