Can the truth of desperation ever change a person’s heart
With the loss of childhood’s innocence when your soul is torn apart
In frustration of the daily climb born to fall and fall again
When you want to walk and hold the sky but you don’t know how or when
And you often saw the mountain peak for it appeared but ran away
While stars would dance as the clouds would pass while the moon would often say
That we are deaf to vague vague words of love and hope and trust
And we would often hear those God damned words from dust to dust to dust
And our torn and tattered souls will bow as dust to dust begins
And a jester sort of cries a tear and a jester sort of grins
While our souls have found the mountain peaks as they walk and hold the sky
While a jester weeps a happy tear with a soft and grateful sigh
And betwixt our desperation is the greatest gift we’ve found
It’s the silence when we’re torn apart with a calming raging sound
And you know that you’re a child of God from this deep and desperate start
When you feel the gift of gratitude and you have found the human heart