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A LIGHTHOUSE IN THE DESERT
I travelled the world, but what have I seen?
same old struggles and pain travel with me
wherever I go, wherever I sleep.
I travelled the world, but what did it mean?
Did I really grow and lighten your load
wherever I go, whereverI sleep?
Will the hardships never fade?
Will greed ever fail?
Will my wings please carry me
to a place where justice prevails?
Will the heartaches ever seize?
Will the Arctic ever freeze?
Is there a glimmer of hope
or any meaning at all
wherever I go, wherever I sleep?
Ch: Carrying centuries on my back -
of blindness as a virtue,
of oblivion as the law.
The right questions - always wrong.
Feeling my way through the fog of existence,
blindly seeking for meaning,
for some kind of sign, for a lighthouse in the desert.
Shuffling through decades of madness -
a maze of walls,
I travelled the world, but the insight never arose.
The meaning was always within me,
the lighthouse was always so close.
To those still traversing the desert,
the answers are in your soul.
(Chorus)
Feeling my way through the fog of existence,
blindly seeking for meaning,
for a lighthouse in the desert.
Peeking behind the curtain I see the butterflies play.
It’s dark in my room, so I peek out every day.
The meaning was always within me,
the lighthouse was always so close.
To those still traversing the desert,
the answers are in your soul.
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