Candle to the Sky

 

We will live again, you’ll see. This is just a whirlpool in our liquid eternity. For a million days ore more we’ve fought this battle, I say it is time to end it. We will live again, this world is our to paint, to build, to dream. There is no point in keep choking on whys that no one could ever answer in a complete way. No point in crying over wasted tears. No, there is no time to cry, our lives are short. Too short, sometimes. Just keep your head up and move on. The end is far from here, the end is that which we will build. The road is yet to be chosen, the stage is yet to be prepared. We are the ones that will choose and prepare them. No one can tell us what to do with this time here, we didn’t ask for it. It would’ve been nice if someone had come and ask us if we wanted to live this life, but no one can do such a thing. We are given the time, we are given the world, it is our choice what to do with them.

And we will live again tomorrow, we should not be afraid. We have made mistakes, but we have learned from them. Yes, we will fall, but we will rise again. We will bleed, we will laugh, we will be broken, we will be delighted, yes it is true, no one can be happy every day of a life time. But in the end, what really matters is if it was a happy life overall. Mind matters, matters not. What’s the point of living a sad life? If you fall, get up as soon as you can and enjoy the day. Marvelous thing are yet to come, we cannot give up because we have failed once.

And to say it all over again, but in a much more nicer way

Since the day that you were born the wheels are in motion
Turning even faster – play your part in the big machine
The stage is set, the road is chosen
Your fate preordained
We are watching you – every step of the way

Never too late to stand your ground – revolution begins
In you – in me – Revolution!

Once lost – lost in their game
Mental chains breaking now
Set yourself free
Who are they to tell you what to do?
The stage is not set, the road is not chosen
You fate not preordained
They are losing control – every step of the way

Michael Amott