Outro

We spend our lives searching like scavenges finding a way
Understanding that light is a sign of the day
So we squint in the darkness in search of a glow
And falter in trying, in trials we grow
Are hearts they seam broken
Our legs they are weak
Our tongues are exhausted from trying to speak
Cos sometimes they listen
But often they don't
We easily help
But more often we won't
Because we've constructed the things that we want
Ghosts our desires, desire to haunt
But our needs as below so above
What we all want should look a little more like love.