I walk the streets of home now
A stranger in a foreign land
I speak to them in tongues now
And they can't understand

Two short years I've been gone
But they can't recognize
What once was right is now all wrong
When seen from another's  eyes

The old hometown is gone now
What's left I do not know
It hasn't changed since I left
So I must have surely grown.

There is no truth, there is no truth
The whisper on the wind.
There is no truth, there is no truth
Where should I begin?

To live at all is such a gift
Though life is fraught with pain
While my heart aches, so does yours
But still we sing that old refrain.

No one knows the pain I've felt
But that is where you're wrong
We all bear the rugged cross
We've borne it all along.

No one stops to look around
And see I struggle too
But when I fail and fall to earth
The bell, it tolls for you.

I AM the truth, you ARE the truth.
Shout it to the wind
All around; your fellow man
Your best and only friend.

Side by side lets grit our teeth
and march upon the hill
The one collective soul of man
Our iron inner will.

If one shall fall, we pick them up
We are one massive soul
Keep this in mind as we plan
The planet's future goals.

WE ARE THE TRUTH, I hear it now
erupting from the lungs
of 7 billion hungry mouths
the dawn at last has come.

Somewhere in the darkness reaching,
searching, hoping, groping, seeking
Try to find a way into the light.

Questions form upon my lips
but no one answers, no tongue slips
a word of hope of praise of love of fear.

I find the light and all around me
people wander, groping blindly
for the light or just another soul.

The dead of the night brings no peace.
There are no distractions in the still hours of the night.  
A man is marooned with his thoughts and has no way to hide from them.
A man feels he has but one option and soon whiskey fumes pervade the small, closet of a room that he calls home.
Outside of his one window the wind plays with the large oak in the field across the street.
  It is a warm peaceful night outside but inside his apartment a battle rages.  Broken chairs and an upturned table tell the tale of a mind in serious trouble, of a person in battle with themselves.

I don't know where our time goes
I just know that it does
I don't know where my friends may go
But they go with my love

When I sit back and close my eyes
I'm with them again
The times we had and the things we have done
They will always remain

Years pass by like the falling of leaves
Now I'm old and I'm gray
Though I lay in a hospital bed
That's not where I'm at today

I'm drinking beer out in the sun
On the warm riverbank
Laughing hard with my old friends
And thats where I'm gonna stay.

Life flows like a river. It starts out quickly but with no depth, tumbling, rushing, cascading down. It picks up speed and intensity as it progresses. As time and distance pass however, it deepens and slows. The frenetic energy is gone but the power has increased, spreading out and providing for many. It then slowly rolls and winds it's way towards the sea where it will join every other river. The waters merge and become one. There is no new water so it returns to the mountaintop for yet another endless trip to the sea.

The fire it is raging, the wine it has been poured.
Bodies soon entangled; Spirit in my soul restored.
Dinner on the table but it just got ignored.
Rolling by the fire; Spirit in my soul restored
Auburn hair a flowing, green eyes burning bright.
Now it's just the two of us and I'll take you home tonight.
Bodies lying closer than ever did before
I know that I love you; Spirit in my soul restored

The fire it is dying, your face lit by the coals.
Whisper to me softly, the secrets of your soul.