Some may say The choice is ours Others seek advice while starin at the stars Others fold their hands and pray and wait Hoping that one momentous day Their heaven will await And those who hope through microscopes each day Say they know the answer but it's only theory Was our fate set in stone A thousand years ago
There exists a girl halfway round the world Who looks exhausted just like me And she's been losing sleep over thoughts Too deep to consume As she stares at the ceiling of her room And though she's trying so hard to make some sense about Every little thing and each event that Comes her way And now she's praying Up into the sky where her god is waiting But is he really there to listen to her prayers Or is he from a story A thousand years ago
What do you believe is true in a world that's filled with lies And who do you think painted the pictures That became our morning skies Do you even think at all or are just another Materialistic fool or skeptic who counts their money Just to see if they're alive And are you alive
Some may say The choice is ours Others seek advice while starin at the stars Was our fate set in stone A thousand years ago