Shall it be, how it is, and thus world without end?
Old words, ancient, but not exactly reassuring
As proverbs lays forth the ends of the wicked
and even the righteous
Is this how it should be, how it is, and thus world without end?
Walking streets, looking at eyes, who can tell the ordinary
even the extraordinary?
Yet as days unfold, it appears there are common and uncommon
Is this how it should be, how it is, and thus world without end?
Gold lies in ten houses while ten thousand catch rain in buckets
and drink only what is caught
Thirst is poverty and alms are forever sought
Is this how it should be, how it is, and thus world without end?
The lonely lie in bed hearing reminders of how they're forsaken
startling awake at neighbors opening the gate
and entering to see their loved ones
Is this how it should be, how it is, and thus world without end?
Chairs, tubes, beeps, serums, sweats and hallucinations
Nourished by magic, ever dependent and broken
And the mystery behind eyes may never be known
Is this how it should be, how it is, and thus world without end?
Bloody streets and angry rocks, in the name of God
even hatred for hair or nose
Bullets settling scores and scores always unsettling
Is this how it should be, how it is, and thus world without end?
Family secrets and unspoken rules for who has the right
even the capacity to speak
Falling into roles and adding on a sandbag for good measure
Is this how it should be, how it is, and thus world without end?
In spring rains come, and then they never stop coming
In summer cool winds push waves into angry eyes
washing home into memory
Is this how it should be, how it is, and thus world without end?
Party lines and picket lines and clever lines and votes
Toss in morality and religion, now decide who you are
Or you will be decided for
Is this how it should be, how it is, and thus world without end?
These are things I do not know