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Works | Series 1-Quest To Be Whole | Album 3-Void |
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Song 8 | Sphere of Soul |
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© 2004, Roy Stucky
The people around are as hidden as you,
As moated and fenced and unsure what to do.
The part that they judge is but low hanging fruit,
As petty as hating a man for his suit.
The questions you're asking occur to us all,
But we suffer silence to brick up a wall.
Though games can distract from what lies underneath,
Reality's known for a sharp set of teeth.
Human token rarely broken through.
Beneath the social circle lies a sphere of soul.
Behind the ring of faces hide dreams untold.
Beneath the social circle lies a sphere of soul.
Despite surrounding pressure some hearts won't be sold.
Your cryptogram cipher sends keys in the clear.
The answer you seek's unexpectedly near.
Your truth is veiled over so no one will sneer.
But wise ones see through how you cover your fear.
Your global distinction's beyond the flat mind.
Dimension expansion exists where they're blind.
The value of vision remains in what's seen.
The issue before us is who will come clean.
Open learning chosen turning key.
Beneath the social circle lies a sphere of soul.
Behind the ring of faces hide dreams untold.
Beneath the social circle lies a sphere of soul.
Despite surrounding pressure some hearts won't be sold.
Your travels can't take you to anyplace new.
The mystery inside you will come along too.
The life you've been living's not even halfway.
I hear all your words but there's more you won't say.
Social shallow surface shadow.
| Description | Quotes | Music | Video | Equipment | History | Notes | Comments | BUY |
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Song 8 | Sphere of Soul |
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Works | Series 1-Quest To Be Whole | Album 3-Void |