Imagine the moment.
The struggle
of fight and sorrow.
The super-human heroine
heaves the weight of her will
against an immortal enemy.
The struggle
of fight and sorrow.
The super-human heroine
heaves the weight of her will
against an immortal enemy.
With awe, we look from a distance.
Consider then the builder,
like the cement block that he wields,
square yet uncommon,
strong yet seemingly ordinary,
carrying on in silence,
layer upon layer
stone after stone.
The paycheck of ingratitude
never deters his motion.
like the cement block that he wields,
square yet uncommon,
strong yet seemingly ordinary,
carrying on in silence,
layer upon layer
stone after stone.
The paycheck of ingratitude
never deters his motion.
We walk past.
In our cosmic quest,
we blend truth and fiction
life, death and the inbetween.
We search for our souls,
groping like blind sheep
for meaning.
we blend truth and fiction
life, death and the inbetween.
We search for our souls,
groping like blind sheep
for meaning.
In the other
we see clearly.
we see clearly.
Rescue us Lord!
Save us from our ordinariness,
while we worship
the hero gods
in the temples made by
the bloody hands of the builders.
Save us from our ordinariness,
while we worship
the hero gods
in the temples made by
the bloody hands of the builders.