Rich

There’s a country that no one’s found yet
Somehow I seem to know about it
There’s a melody that no one’s sung yet
It’s faint, but I can hear it echoing
I’ve never been alone
But I‘ve never felt at home
Isn’t it strange that everyone feels this?
Try and name it, try to forget
There is something more that I desire but I cannot become yet
Still I’m haunted, I feel the ache
There’s a thousand joys that show me home but never let me stay
I have sailed across the sea, I’ve seen the ocean floor
But I cannot become the tide and battle with the shore
I know there must be something more
I can feel the winds are rushing, I hear them in the trees
But I cannot race through the sky and wrestle with the leaves
But I hope (?) that this won’t always be…
Someday soon we shall put on the sun
Not the one we see, that’s just a sketch of what’s to come
Earth and sky are coming to their end
We will wear the glory they had always hinted at
I have sailed across the sea and seen the ocean floor
But I cannot become the tide and battle with the shore
I’ve always known there’s something more
I can feel the winds are rushing, I hear them in the trees
But I cannot race through the sky and wrestle with the leaves
But I know that it won’t always be this way!