What is this whispered thief?
Is it a lie? Is it a lie?
Does fabrication begin at belief?
Who steals my years to keep all to
Is it only just the ground we stand upon?x3
I've asked you, yet heard no reply.
Is it only just the ground we stand upon?
Will I just soak into this
earth when I die?
Have I fallen before I finished?
Who answers my questions when ears do not
When silence speaks volumes.
And I have heard no reply.
This doubt that clouds what I perceive as
The unnerving sense that there is nothing
An illogical view where purpose is gone.
Who wills these groundless conceptions?
Find faith in life.
In whatever will keep you believing that we
are not meaningless.
Retain what you have learned because love
is an endless wonder.
It's a never-ending knowledge, this is our
I believe in me
I believe in you
I believe that we are not meaningless