Blind

Sinkhole

You wonder if it's all a joke
If pews and mosques are blowing smoke
For what could fix what's all gone broke
On this side of the sky?
If anything else truly existed
Could this degradation have persisted
Or is this life merely consisted
Of this side of the sky?
Can anything care when there's so much wrong
The birds don't sing, for there's no song
If God were there, why are we so alone
On this side of the sky?
All ends well, is it just a phrase
Is God rebelling, is it just a phase
If we've torn down heaven, is it hell we raise
On this side of the sky?
Is hope ever more than temporary
Destruction more transient than scary
Can we be more than ordinary
On this side of the sky?
Would that something more draws nigh
Would that it's not all a lie
Would that all our tears would dry
On this side of the sky.
Would that I'd look and finally see
Would that I'd hear the turning key
Would that I'd turn and there would be
Life on this side of the sky.