the cryin' messenger
I try to dissolve the chains which just constrain
and find the light and let go of the plight
and within the curtain, I take a peek
to find the force and to let it speak
and shine beams of light when it gets dim
on a path to truth -- our universal whim
and so I take all I got, all of this
let it shine for the soul to attain bliss
yet no one’s listening, does no one seek ?
if my soul had blood, pools of red would leak
it's not black and white, or A and B
why don’t you see ?
we drops meet in the sea
…it’s innate destiny…
…the ocean of unity…
gospel --> [hook]
if there is a gap between the finite (us) and the infinite, music at least makes one believe not only that there is an infinite, but that he can reach it -- for he can feel it. fire, bliss, and conviction are the plants arising from seeds of music. music is a beautiful, beautiful thing.