Ask each and every man, and many will say,
they've seen the light of gods to whom they pray,
But are the gods a projection of fears?
Or is my vision blurred by my own tears?
Minds will clash as our ideas collide,
But only in death does the truth reside,
I'll wait for the day when clouds clear from the sky above,
And men can swallow their pride and learn to love
Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 6:59 AM UTC
Ask each and every man, and many will say,
they've seen the light of gods to whom they pray,
But are the gods a projection of fears?
Or is my vision blurred by my own tears?
Minds will clash as our ideas collide,
But only in death does the truth reside,
I'll wait for the day when clouds clear from the sky above,
And men can swallow their pride and learn to love
