Michael McGuire The Golden Age
THE GOLDEN AGE
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
Real life seems to slip right thru our hands, tangled in this trapped by
that with all that living demands, swayed by good luck and other false
prophets, blinded by faith and so tempted by logic,
Wait for the light of the golden age, wait for the words from the poets
page, time is the anger of eternity, for not knowing now is all there will
ever be.
Empty motion day after day, we know where were going we just don’t
know the way, confusion becomes our companion and our guide, as we
find our lover and dream of our spiritual bride.
Wait for the light of the golden age, wait for the words from the poets
page, time is the anger of eternity, for not knowing now is all there will
ever be.
Every heart stands in the balance of the freedom and the cost, in the light
there is a shadow for every soul that is lost, life is the only reason not to
just lay down and die, but sometimes you feel the fury of a bird trapped
in only sky.
Wait for the light of the golden age, wait for the words from the poets
page, time is the anger of eternity, for not knowing now is all there will
ever be.
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