Lies

We seek above for comfort

Lies beyond the reasonable

They blind our eyes and tie our hands and try to reach the unreachable

I find comfort in myself

No

My eyes

Won’t see thee

No

My ears wont hear thee

My world is in me

We seek above for comfort

But the clouds are so thick

That we are forced to believe

All the lies make me sick

I find comfort in myself

As we fall down

We claim to see the hand

When is it going to come

On which cloud does he stand