What is this world?
What is this we’ve created?
In the burdens of this life
I cannot rest
This world means nothing
Everything we hold will pass away
With a void of completion
Comfort will ever fade
I long for this wind to cease
We once held undying devotion
Now dead to our thoughts
Undefined like our love
Submitted by markcoel at Wed 08 Sep, 2010 7:46 am
Author: Alan Gordon
Composer: ?
Publisher: CBS Inc.
Published in: 1979
Language: English
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