What is truth and how can we begin to know it?
Does it seem to encompass all of us?
We stand apart, a people set above
Destined to forever see what we cannot ever be
Battered buildings stand as silent monuments
Deep inside our dreams we sense some meaning
We stand alone, a people set above
Destined to forever be stumbling forward blindly
As a race we will continue on again
Traveling the dusty road of time forever
Watching empires rise and fall like dust-
The stumblings of petty things called men
We stand apart, a people set above
Destined to forever be walking forwards endlessly
Feb 23, 2017
Feb 23, 2017 at 1:35 AM UTC
What is truth and how can we begin to know it?
Does it seem to encompass all of us?
We stand apart, a people set above
Destined to forever see what we cannot ever be
Battered buildings stand as silent monuments
Deep inside our dreams we sense some meaning
We stand alone, a people set above
Destined to forever be stumbling forward blindly
As a race we will continue on again
Traveling the dusty road of time forever
Watching empires rise and fall like dust-
The stumblings of petty things called men
We stand apart, a people set above
Destined to forever be walking forwards endlessly