Not for Lack of Vision

All that's nourished holds promise
All that's featured feels flawless
All that's spoken feels empty
All that's stocked up is plenty

Not for lack of choice, not for lack of vision
These winds have blown, blown you on a mission

Soldiers forming in the ashes
Feels like yesterday blew right past us

So we're aging like fruit flies
The fuzziness of infinite sleep
Wandering across vacant lots
Remembering a time before robots

She's singing on the roof
Ah yes, grandma's tune
That last hug in the living room
Tried so hard to smile, to smile, to smile, to smile

All that's nurtured holds promise
All that's featured feels flawless
All that's spoken feels empty
All that's stocked up is plenty



Credits
Writer(s): Paul Munson
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