What may come
Of a mighty wind
If no one rides the breeze?
What may come
Of the setting sun
If our eyes don’t care to see?
What may come
Of the road to peace
It it leads to paths of war?
And what may come
Of the world’s end
If all is lost before?
If you really knew
How free you were
You would lock yourself away.
If you really knew
How close you were to God
You would never cease to pray.
If you really knew
How bad you were
You would always search for good.
And if you really knew
Just when you would fall
Life would never be understood.
You may say
You want to die
But you’ll fight for every breath.
You may say
You want to live
But you’re always chasing death.
You may say
My words just contradict
But they still might ring so true.
And you may say
You are born to win
So don’t cry if you lose.
I don’t claim
To know it all
I wouldn’t know where to start.
I don’t claim
To have a martyr’s voice
I won’t hang for my art.
I don’t claim
To know all is right
I know too much is wrong.
And I don’t claim
The answer is here
Written in a song.
