By Truedessa and Blue
Blue and Truedessa — who are we in this earthly show?
Do you wonder what is out there beyond passing clouds?
Is there an oasis with blue skies, a place for dreamers to go,
A refuge for wandering souls to stay as long as time allows?
Ah time's a crooked thing, Miss Blue — don't trust it for a second,
As days rush by (You think they're minutes!) ever since life first beckoned.
And what a life it is, this earthly show, filled with stars, and us,
Hired by the day to play some part, wondering what it is we do
Or who we are supposed to be.
We dream, we discuss, we count the clouds until our count is lost,
We feel small and yet so big; our voice is clear, our eyes don't lie,
And still we sense we do not see, and at what cost?
A refuge would be quite the treat.
If souls exist, I'm sure you'll find your seat.
Do you believe beyond the sky river awaits a golden castle,
Where knights and their ladies dance to a minstrel's song
Waltzing in blades of grass, no longer fighting earthly battles?
Would we behold a place of true heart, a place for us to belong?
Believe I don't. My show is here, and it's enough.
No sequels for this movie buff,
This actor, this dreamer of dreams and more,
This earthly knight when eyes are shut,
This dancer among dancers galore,
This believer in the here and now,
This earthly show, this Time To Bow
And Take It All In: a dream that might come true.
Who are we supposed to be?
Don't say our show was called The Unremarkable Two.
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|"Who are we... I don't knoooooooooooooooooooow!" (sing along!)|