i wish i know why am i here,
the lines on my face they show the long weary years.
is there all there is to it,
another cycle,maybe even another thirty years.
it will and has ceased to be different,
it will remain the same.
my footsteps has been sank in stone,
its the same old repeating sunrise everyday,
again and again and again.......
i have searched and i have pondered,
thru the hearts of a thousand men i wandered
i believe there must be a calling,
something more substantial,something more real,something....
