The Earth,                                                           ­                                                                 ­   Rejoice,
Just a speck,                                                           ­                                                                 ­To the Lord,
Dust floating through the air.                                                             ­                    For I have found Him now.
Insignificant.                                                  ­                                                                 ­   And feelings are felt.

Life,                                                     ­                                                                 ­                   Love,
seems pointless.                                                       ­                                                               To­ the Lord,
What are we living for?                                                             ­                              For He shall now save me,
For pleasure? For love?                                                            ­                                              And let me see.

The Sins,                                                            ­                                                                 ­    The Sins,
committed,                                                 ­                                                                 ­           committed,
by my fellow men.                                                             ­                                                    by my fellow men.

Nothing matters.                                                         ­                                                       Everything­ matters.
We live, we die.                                                             ­                                                          We live, we die.
There's nothing left to                                                               ­                                              Make the most of
Love.                                                         ­                                                                 ­              Life.

No God,                                                             ­                                                                 ­     My Lord,
to save us                                                               ­                                                                 ­ to save us
from the doom and gloom                                                            ­                              from eternal damnation
living in this world.                                                           ­                                                      living in this world.

The Earth,                                                           ­                                                                 ­    Rejoice!
non-believing,                                      ­                                                                 ­                   Believe
merely existing.                                                        ­                                                               and exist.
Life.                                                     ­                                                                 ­                    Life

Promote death and march with the flag raised high.
Watch those around you, follow until they die.
Promote death with the glory of the unknown.
Only then, will you never walk alone.
Hold your head up and with a proud smile,
Put your feet forward and walk a mile.
Promote death until the very end.
That way, you will make amends.

Staring out, on the Balcony.
Across the sea, into the pitch black.
Looking up to the stars and that one planet,
Mars.

Each star with their own solar system.
The sea stretches out for miles
Into the Darkness. I feel so small and
Insignificant.

I am but a dot in this mass of
Universe. Existing merely because it
exists. And yet, I have never felt as alive
as I do now,
Staring out, on the Balcony.

The waves roll be as we pass by. Just
a visitor in the expanse. The ocean is
huge and we are small but the ocean is
small compared to the solar system. The
solar system small compared to the galaxy and
the galaxy small compared to the Universe.
And yet, I am here. Staring out, on the
Balcony.

She is the lone wolf,
wandering from land to land.
No one knows her name.
And no one understands.

She lights up the room,
with her pretty smile.
Her eyes shine bright
and she has stories to tell.

With only one word,
She can capture your
Imagination.
Her fascination.

Not a care in the world,
For she is free
to express her feelings.
Particularly glee.

One day she's here.
The next, she's not.
You'll meet her once
And that's your lot.

Music follows her,
Throughout the street.
She has something to say,
so take a seat.

To help you understand,
She'll say to you one thing,
So listen carefully, my dear
And hear her sing:

                               ' I am the Lover,
                                 I am the Bringer,
                                 I am the Joker,
                                And I am the Singer,
                                For I am the Lone Wolf. '

There's writing on the wall,
and I'm feeling very small,
As I gaze up to the sky.
You won't look me in the eye.

The clouds are drifting past.
I can tell that we won't last.
You look down at the ground.
We don't make any sound.

I don't believe what you just said.
I wish that I were dead.
I start to walk away.
What happened to the day?

You don't come after me.
If only you could see,
the trouble you have caused.
My life has now been paused.

The wind blows me up high,
As I whisper my last goodbye.
I watched you from above.
How was this ever love?

I don't care what you might think.
Since then I have not slept a wink.
My poor mind is on the blink.
I cannot make the link.

I'm lying naked on the floor.
My eyes watching the front door.
Look what you've made me become.
I am nothing more than glum.

I try to find myself,
but it's high up on the shelf.
If I try to climb up there,
It will surely end in despair.

My fingers become my toes.
My eyes are now my nose.
I withdraw into my head.
I am as good as dead.

I have a cat called Mouse.
A silly name, I know,
But it suits her perfectly
and so that is so.

I know it may sound silly,
But she is always there,
When I am sad and lonely
or when I am in despair.

I love her very much
and I think she loves me too.
If she could speak human,
I'm sure she would tell you.

She's sometimes very lazy
and sleeps all day long
But I still love her dearly,
Which is why I write this song.

My Mouser is funny
But now she is getting fat.
I don't care though,
For she is still MY cat!

You, my friend, are egotistical.
You think too highly of yourself.
You look down on others.
You could be considered a bad person.

Let's face it. You're a snob.
You think you are good looking.
You think you are better than others.
You're just a weak person.

You are selfish.
You are unkind.
And you know this,
But you do nothing about it?



And yet...



You respect those around you.
You are well-mannered
and you want the best
for family and friends.

You enjoy life.
You give as much as you can to help those
in greater need than yourself.
You love people.

You do not want to hurt them
or to see them suffer.
You want to be great
and you want to see the greater good in people.

So...



Who are you?



Well, I'd say you are human.