I'm well aware of the lies that are told
All that matters is our pleasure and gold
But life is more than our personal story
We're born for more than our own glory
I know I'm not perfect, but I think clear
This world around me, all on this sphere
Have their own desires, and beliefs
Makes assumptions about reasons to be
Wondrously and fiercely made, not by me
My creator formed a world with a thought
And we now pursue what he has wrought
Finding our form in a being of greatness
Calling us to be more, not to entertain us
The day will come when the end is here
And there will be no doubt why it is
Powerful it will bring us nearer
To the perfect one
