lluminated

It would seem so many would follow one
It would seem the masses would hallow the sun
It would seem the quiet voice in the shadows can't be heard.

It would seem simplistic ideas are are made complex
It would seem complicated thoughts are perceived as intense
It would seem the light at the end of the tunnel may be a fire.

How do we awake from our own sleepy ignorance?

It would seem art is dead and fallen
It would seem peace is hollow and distrusted
It would seem the quiet voice in the shadows brings hope

It would seem we've traded reason for apathy
It would seem we've lost sight of the dream
It would seem the light at the end of the tunnel may be a candle.

Wake up sleepy one. We have many miles to go.

It would seem the ramblings of a troubled mind are dismissed
It would seem the voice in the shadows lost interest
It would seem no longer does the quiet of life inspire.

Screaming loud as it can the little voice in the shadows
Is only a whisper on the daylight breeze
As the sun casts it rays at the end of the tunnel
Nothing more than colors through the trees.