Destiny's Claim

Friday, March 04, 2005

In the midst of preparation for the VCF Musical (if you're interested contact me, i'd be more than happy to give you details) a few things suddenly crossed my mind. There's a lot of things we do everyday, but does it really matter?

We put on masks and pretend to look nice so that we can make a lot of friends and seem popular, but when the rain comes, do they stay?

We do things we don't want for people we don't like about issues we don't believe in, but at the end of the day, we're drained from all that pretending and what does it really achieve?

We study study study and try and get good grades, but when you lie in your grave, will your tombstone display your degree along with your name?

I remember seeing a tombstone of a soldier in WWII back in National Education class in Sec Sch. It was the saddest tombstone ever. "For an unknown soldier". No fancy words. Nobody recognised who he was. Will we end up that way? Will our epitaph read "the boy with the skateboard" or "the girl who could bat her eyelids"?

What is all this spinning around, buzzing around for? Do things matter? Does what we do matter? Instinct says yes. And i agree. But not all things are worth it. Think about it. What will last to eternity?

Surely there must be something more,
Than cheap slippers priced at four.
Surely there must be something greater
Surely there must be a forever

We don't look up at the stars above anymore
Nor the clouds passing by
We simply hide when sky begins to pour
We've forgotten the brillant blue sky

Touch a star, fade the night away
The heavens above in their grand display
How could we have forgotten this grand array
Content to see our lives fade slowly into gray

Spinning around we spin from night to day
We put on our masks and pretend we're ok
I know there's more but we're too easily content
With getting more things that leave us spent

Dear God above, the wonder of your love
Is greater far than any treasure trove
Help us to see that precious eternity
Before our lives fade into forgotten history

Breathe a sigh shed the years away
Shed a tear, bid the sorrow stay
If we could grieve and cease from all our play
Perhaps we'll realise things are really not ok

Your love is light is always has been
Shine through the night till all our lives are seen
Help us to gaze up once again at your light
Help us to stop our spinning
Grant us sight

simply jon.pondered @ 8:01 am

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