Ah, but to be. To think. To see. To feel. To be that what we are and nothing else. |
The world comes now to a close Quite against our beliefs and likenesses The angry beast that now crows Is not so easily seen And we to be To exist so small And to strive, rarely to succeed, in our best 'Til such a time that nothing is left Ah, but to be To think. To see. To feel. To be that what we are And nothing else Is there a better end? Is there a greater challenge? To think To think together, yes But not without eyes To choose our own families As close as we can For all cannot think so clearly As one of us can To see To see and not explain 'Tis a noble occupation A pastime for minds to train But to lose all understanding All training and explanations In a mighty battle of war Only beauty stands victor And her golden scepter of emotions Held high We in her radiance fall to our knees And sigh And feel To feel with unreserve To have such sensuality A taboo in high society But we sing And in our songs We show our entire capacity Of love, and grief, and humanity We have the potential to be all we dare But our realization draws near - our song ends sooner The world is ending like a beautiful aire But for unachieved dreams, indeed 'tis a whimper |