Human Ground

Wars Won't

Human Ground


Too soon you rejoiced, says the drunken voice. 
The bliss was too premature. 
Come down from cloud nine, no reason to fly high 
The waters that flow are not pure 

We dwell with the mindless 
But we two are there just to hide 

Groping around in these darkened halls 
I must soon find a match and a match-box 
My lighter is empty, I used up all the gas 
And must stumble blind among the rocks 

Now I've regained my belief 
I have also buried frustration 
And my will to fulfill my soul 
Throbs anew in my being's foundation 

Wars won't crumble 
The world won't divide 
The continents still collide 

In the train-car of crises 
We dwell with the mindless 
But we two are there just to hide 

Bored stiff from the waist down 
I finally find my fire 
And lighting it up for you all to see 
True bliss at last I acquire