A World So Full of Love
I know how it feels to be alive with no desire to live.
I know how it feels to die inside and try hard to forgive.
And my way of finding out is cause a love just let me down
in this world so full of love, but not enough to go around.
I was once so proud to believe in love that I could burst with
pride, but that sunshine turned to storm, now it's all I feel inside.
And it's enough to make me wish that I can I hide and not be
found in this world so full of love, but not enough to go around.
Who has the advantage, are the vulnerable not chased?
Who is not exalted for such openness embraced?
Who can own their courage without surrender, honestly?
Who shall have attention without something on display?
Take this spotlight, have it, here, who needs it anyway?
Don't think that I'm above it,
I have little more to say that could open up a heart or bring a
wonder thundering through the mind of
any wandering lost and gentle, endlessly.
I am here for the abandoned, I am here for the determined,
I am here for the unlearned, I'm the distant light you see.
I'm the sound you never heard of, I'm your chubby little cherub.
I'm the painful weighty burden that breaks you to your knees.
And when you think you've finally reached me, all luminous and glory,
I'm your never ending story,
a mere reflection in a sea boundless by measurement,
clouded by ignorance, without any evidence of existence or being.
I know how it feels to die inside and try hard to forgive.
And my way of finding out is cause a love just let me down
in this world so full of love, but not enough to go around.
I was once so proud to believe in love that I could burst with
pride, but that sunshine turned to storm, now it's all I feel inside.
And it's enough to make me wish that I can I hide and not be
found in this world so full of love, but not enough to go around.
Who has the advantage, are the vulnerable not chased?
Who is not exalted for such openness embraced?
Who can own their courage without surrender, honestly?
Who shall have attention without something on display?
Take this spotlight, have it, here, who needs it anyway?
Don't think that I'm above it,
I have little more to say that could open up a heart or bring a
wonder thundering through the mind of
any wandering lost and gentle, endlessly.
I am here for the abandoned, I am here for the determined,
I am here for the unlearned, I'm the distant light you see.
I'm the sound you never heard of, I'm your chubby little cherub.
I'm the painful weighty burden that breaks you to your knees.
And when you think you've finally reached me, all luminous and glory,
I'm your never ending story,
a mere reflection in a sea boundless by measurement,
clouded by ignorance, without any evidence of existence or being.
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Writer(s): Miller, Ron Young
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