My heart is soaked in the dark inks of the night, And my mind traverses the shimmering canvas of the skies. I sit upon a cliff, overlooking a sleeping world And from this silence, I derive these wonderful words.
These words, come from a source unknown, They have been whispering in my ears when I'm alone. Narrating from the dream of a dream called life, These vivid revelations have now come alive.
There's one plan and a plan of balance it seems, In the image of man, the almighty dreams. Stories are narrated in the rivers of time, Today's glory becomes tomorrow's dust and grime.
I have seen the divine plan through the eyes of human And I have seen both good and bad things happen. There's bloodshed, there's despair and there's sorrow And there's peace, there's hope and the promise of tomorrow.