Think about the things in this life you hold dearly.
I feel like the world is struggling to see clearly
Priorities and issues and problems which are real.
Instead if we don’t get what we want, we just squeal
And complain and we moan and we groan on cell phones,
Taking for granted the different ways that we’ve grown,
Forgetting the internet used to have a dial tone,
And now we’re just bitter on Twitter sitting at home.
Take a minute to take a look around:
Do you recognize the life you’re living now?
Have you made it your goal to stand apart from the crowd?
Look at our progress: does that not make you proud?
Well of course it doesn’t; you haven’t even noticed.
So busy searching for more, that you can’t even focus
On the present, on what’s occurring at the moment,
Trashing this for that, as if everything is broken
When it’s not; it isn’t even touched.
Why does everything we do have to be so rushed?
Can’t we just slow down and try to soak it up?
It’s just being pleased, not being stuck in a rut.
Maybe we’d do better if we spent a little wiser,
No more jetting out our money just to imitate a geyser.
The world hasn’t changed, just the people in it-
Do you even remember what I’ve said in the last minute?

Five decades lost in the blink of an eye
To shadows of memories now exposed in the light.
As the opening draws closer, my past grows more defined.
I am listening, Composer; angelic lullabies
Beckon me to drift off asleep, leave this Earth behind.
Though my friends and family weep, life awaits after life.

The end rushes in, the walls ignite
To reveal my mistakes now exposed in the light.
As the opening draw nearer, I hope to make the climb.
My priorities grow clearer, I see wrong from right.
Reap the riches of the planet, but nothing satisfies.
If you flee from independence, life begins after life.

One of these days, the end will arrive.
Will you be satisfied with the way you lived your life?
During that life, were you consumed by your pride?
Did you make a good impression by the time that you died?
When you gaze upon His eyes, what will He decide?
Will you soar into the light, or will you take a dive
Down into the depths of the pit which will provide
You with suffering (so bad that you can’t even cry
For the tears become vapors upon leaving your eyes)?
The heat never dies, but the fire will rise.
Does that fate sound like it’s worth all of the lies
Flowing out of your mouth? Do you even recognize
All the filth in your life and all the stupid stuff you’ve tried?
There’s so much in your past from which you cannot hide.
Well you can make a change, you can turn it around,
And rebuild your life, and start fresh from the ground.
It’s never too late to be granted His forgiveness.
It’s never too late to escape from the sickness
Of the world, and all of its corruption.
Begin to be different, create your own eruption
Of your heart, and the things you hold dearly.
Replace your old lenses and start to see clearly
Priorities and issues and problems which are real.
Offer up your soul and let it begin to heal.
Embrace all His warmth and all the comfort that you feel.
Don’t be afraid to let it go and just kneel.
The world needs to change, and all the people in it.
Follow the Light and lose yourself deep within it.