A Rock Still Turns to Dust

What are we if not for sharing life?
Ant antennas mingling for the sake of death?
The rock does turn to dust where flowers grow
A rock still turns to dust, and that is love

This world is full of walking voids
An empty life of light and noise
That music someday could become
If we were not so alone

But fear and hate do overcome
The best of us, and worst of all
We watch our fellow soldiers fall
And we march along

Alive in this dying life
Awake in this silent night
I've tried and tried with all my might

Alone in this crowded room
A room with only you
In the corner of my eyes

I thought I could be strong
By standing on my own

But what are we if not for sharing life?
Ant antennas mingling for the sake of death?
The rock does turn to dust where flowers grow
A rock still turns to dust, and that is love

So I reach out for a hand to hold
But all I feel is sand and your
Ego, vices, weaknesses
And I love you all the more

This bottle's getting empty fast
But my heart is filling full
Of hope. and truth. and loneliness
Of hate, and loss, and you

But after all the gaining loving lost
I realize that loneliness and love
Both in their never-ending ways have won
Yet, in the end

The rock does turn to dust where flowers grow
A rock still turns to dust, and that is love