LYRIC FOR SALE

By Pete Z

We were all put on this earth to exist
in our own quiet way

And how still is the night that echoes to not a sound;
this strange odyssey of sweetness and light that reflects
the idle darkness but can't turn off the pain

Man's destiny lies in the stars
or some cursed menace breeding unseen
Fear and hysteria has poisoned the world

There's little escape from the realms of ruin it generates
The depleted hope and the sensation of floating
as the soul departs;
tearful relatives who mourn in advance

And how still is the night that echoes to not a sound;
this strange odyssey of sweetness and light that reflects
the idle darkness but still can't turn off the pain

Oh what peace, such beautiful peace

We were all put on this earth to exist
in our own quiet way
And how still is the night that echoes to not a sound

Oh what peace, such beautiful peace