This Cynical World has me spinning
From war and hate to the abuse we'll never escape
It almost doesn't seem worth it, going through this day to day
Born in this world of pain only to die again
I need something to believe in or I won't survive, give me a reason for living this senseless life
Fire, earthquake, famine, and flood
Violence between neighbors till the streets run with blood
We build up these empires to watch them fall
I just have one question, what's the point of it all?
I can't take this pressure the stress is making me drown, I won't last much longer the currents pulling me down
Your arms are like preservers, your touch filled with sureness, reach into the waters and pull me above the surface
You try so hard to bring back my innocence
But after a day in this world nothing makes sense
Only in your arms can I find my solace, my reason for existing
And still you plead for me to see not everything in life is so persisting
Tell me why we're put on Earth for such a short time, if we'll die in the end why should we even try?
"Think of it as a milestone in the journey you've led, with death just a pit stop on the long road ahead
Besides who's to know what happens when you're dead?"
"Know I'm here for you morning, noon, or night and together we can create our own slice of paradise
Enjoy the time we have before the sand runs out; don't agonize over this mystery forever shrouded in doubt
The world holds such beauty of the likes we'll never know, if only you'd open your eyes and see the show
You'll realize life is still worth living, even if so many are unforgiving."