The Author

[Verse 1]
I stand among the tallest buildings
Through decay, lust and disarray
And though there is a sense of loneliness
Different shades of gray
The pain is not too great
And we can survive

[Verse 2]
It's like we stick a pole in the ground
And that gives us the right
To call something that's not our own
Our own
Even though it gave us life
We are just a show
Like the moon with its light

[Refrain]
If it feels just like you're stuck in an awkward spot
Where it's easier to get out than press on
Know there's a brighter light
And you're a prism defined

[Verse 3]
I've seen most every color
Though I know there are a few
I've yet to see
But when it's over I'll fracture
And give way to a divine spectrum
Love, sound and vision combined

[Refrain]
Life is cast these days in an awkward light
A gift in one hand, in the other spite
Although we're not there yet
I know we can fly
And I'm eager to try

High
So high, high
So high, high
So high, high
So high

High
So high, high
So high, high
So high, high
So high

High

So high
So high
So high
So high

[Spoken]
Apostolic beliefs conjure
Divine earthly faith
Gainsaying heavenly intuition
Juxtaposing kindred love
Make new opposition
Providing quizzical rationality
Stunning treasure
Undying virtuous will
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No prophet has ever been
Accepted in his own village