The Mystery Of Our Day

The world is just a playing field for man
And the blanket sky will cover every last event
From the battles of the ages to the baby sleeping tight
I could sing a rhyme
And try to find the reasons for each place and time
To wrap the world around my mind
But I know, at best
Words were never meant for explaining the mystery of our day
We’re so afraid of what’s at stake when we die
Still, I never wanted to live in such fear of the unknown
Or the reasons for pain in this life
I still wonder what we’re doing here
As I stare into the midnight sky, confronted by my fears
Is there something worth redeeming in this old and tired world?
Or has all been lost, cause every change will have its cost
And I can see, there’s still an ember left of something good
I know, at best
Words were never meant for explaining the mystery of our day
We’re so afraid of what’s at stake when we die
Still, I never wanted to live in such fear of the unknown
Or the reasons for pain in this life
I could sing a rhyme
And try to find the reasons for each place and time
To wrap the world around my mind
But I’d regret the time poorly spent
Because I know, I know, at best
Words were never meant for explaining the mystery of our day
We’re so afraid of what’s at stake when we die
Still, I never wanted to live in such fear of the unknown
Or the reasons for pain in this life, this life