SENSE OF PURPOSE

Words and music written by Ez Jon Erikson copyright control 2007

 

Man cannot buy the sky

Or own the wind and rain

But he can destroy this world

Cause unnecessary pain

 

Oh, the morning sun hurts my tired eyes

I wake to the dawn of a new day

 

View of ripe meadows and hills

Blotted by talking wires

Secret forest corners

Heavy with the scent of man’s fires

 

Is this the end of living

And the beginning of survival

 

Clear waters ghostly reflections

Tell of life’s memories

A strand in the web of life

A web that’s not our’s to weave

Destiny of our people

Has become a mystery

Are we losing

Losing our sense of purpose

 

The water’s murmur is the voice

Of forefathers we have lost

The precious air shares its spirit

With all the life it supports

 

What befalls the Earth befalls us all

And man has poisoned the land and air

 

Clear waters ghostly reflections

Tell of life’s memories

A strand in the web of life

A web that’s not our’s to weave

Destiny of our people

Has become a mystery

Are we losing

Losing our sense of purpose

 

One day our memory will be a shadow

Of a cloud moving across the land

 

Clear waters ghostly reflections

Tell of life’s memories

A strand in the web of life

A web that’s not our’s to weave

Destiny of our people

Has become a mystery

Are we losing

Losing our sense of purpose