The Point

Everybody's looking for a way to fill the hole

Between the things they think they have to have

And the longing of their soul

The more we lose direction the harder to define

What comes from the heart or

From the deceptions of the mind.

But for all a time will come when the

truth will show it's face.

It's not something you can purchase

Nor win within a race

For some it will bring comfort while

others will cry tears

For all the lost priorities

For all the wasted years

It may hit you while your standing

or 6 feet underground

Sometimes as loud as thunder

Sometimes without a sound

You can run from it your whole life,

but not far or fast enough

Because in your life or death it always finds you....

You'll get the point.

And when your years are 4 times 20

You've got everything but health

Your life's an empty mansion,

you're abandoned by your wealth

This is the time that you will see it

there's no turning a blind eye

It's not too late to change it

It's not too late to fly.

It may hit you while your standing

or 6 feet underground

Sometimes as loud as thunder

Sometimes without a sound

You can run from it your whole life,

but never far or fast enough

Because in your life or death it always finds you....

You'll get the point.