If life has boundaries, know they aren't enforced
We'll often think that the truth is possible to find
But we are without an objective or seeking mind
Our being will desire love, trust, feeling of worth
The journey will seem endless, no joy, only curse
With nothing left now, we've nothing left inside
Our years are a lost vintage of the finest wine
Memory fades, we are restored with new birth
The cycle renews, begins again, a cycle divine
The vineyard's vines spring to life once again
We'll often think that the truth is possible to find
But we are without an objective or seeking mind
Our being will desire love, trust, feeling of worth
The journey will seem endless, no joy, only curse
With nothing left now, we've nothing left inside
Our years are a lost vintage of the finest wine
Memory fades, we are restored with new birth
The cycle renews, begins again, a cycle divine
The vineyard's vines spring to life once again
The cycle is perfect, our journey remains
Every vintage has purpose, a taste so fine
Every vintage has purpose, a taste so fine
