I've always wondered why this world works as it does
Why do violence and lurid details outweigh pure love
Who'd desire to be defiled, or wish to not have enough
If it is perfect why do we suffer, on the day of the dove
Is it there are no answers, at least none that make sense
Are we meant to suffer, so life beyond will make sense
Or am I just stupid, a fool, enslaved to dreams so cruel
What is wrong with wanting hope, what is wanting joy
Is it that we're meant to fail, why must this fear prevail
Unless there's a reason, unless we need it to understand
I refuse to trust in darkness, here I'll hold my ground
And suffer until it arrives, the joyous day of the dove
Why do violence and lurid details outweigh pure love
Who'd desire to be defiled, or wish to not have enough
If it is perfect why do we suffer, on the day of the dove
Is it there are no answers, at least none that make sense
Are we meant to suffer, so life beyond will make sense
Or am I just stupid, a fool, enslaved to dreams so cruel
What is wrong with wanting hope, what is wanting joy
Is it that we're meant to fail, why must this fear prevail
Unless there's a reason, unless we need it to understand
I refuse to trust in darkness, here I'll hold my ground
And suffer until it arrives, the joyous day of the dove
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