As he stood among the people, they didn't see.
As he died among the people, they didn't see.

As he came back from the dead, they still didn't see.
When he comes back, they will see.

As I step into this world what do I see?
The flutter of a butterfly or the buzz of a bee,
The wind running along the sky or the roar of the sea,
Then the faint whisper dispelling my sweet harmony,
Then I'm yanked out of the world so suddenly,
As I take off my means of escape I lose to my sensitivity.

A treasure that can't be reached,
A blooming flower in a dying meadow,
A friend in hostile territory,
A start shining bright light up my day,
A sparkling gem glimmering in the sunlight,
A reminder who I am.

Laughable, is he who see's immediate success and dives for it without considering the future,
Laughable, are those who find satisfaction in just skimming the surface of potential,
Laughable, is she for when the truth shows itself she doesn't believe it,
Laughable, is I for I am humanity.

The world is a backwards place,
Sometimes it seems there is not enough space,
For all of humanity to run a race,
Oh how we've fallen in this case...
But back again we stand,
For such is human nature to demand.