Chasing the Wind

What do the people they gain
From all the heartache
And pain
Oh, the labor, we toil
What if our hearts could beat together?
Generations ye come
But this earth is forever
The stream flows steady back into the sea
But the water never rises above me
Oh this wearisome of things today
More than one can ever say
Open up this mind
Allow my eyes to see
All that’s meaningless
What is crooked can’t be straightened
What is lacking can’t be counted
Remain, beneath, Heaven
Chasing after the wind
I’d like to make the blind see
Give life and end the sadness of humanity
Are you awake?
Are you still sleeping?
Oh, this wearisome of things today
More than one can say