Holy Hill

I used to walk another way

Down a narrow, walled-in street.

I walked and walked and followed my feet

To where the End and the Beginning meet

I left the safety of my street

And the clouds grew thick with rhyme.

Though the breeze was warm , I was fragile

And I shivered and trembled in time.

And now I search for my land of Eden

And I search for my C'est la vie.

Where's the balance from my meditation?

I am grasping for a sense of me.

I left you standing all alone.

You held me back and I broke free.

I gained the burden of a new life and lost a part of me.

And so I search for my land of Eden

And I search for my C'est la vie.

Where's the balance from my meditation?

I am grasping for a sense of me.

I'm lost in a sea of self-reflection,

Self-doubt, self-love, and self-hate.

There's no direction in this lake of tar

I cry for help, and I stand, and I wait.

And now I'm walking on my own down a wild and dusty road

I see a light up ahead and I hurry my step , but I'm heavy under my load.

And I keep searching for my land of Eden

And I keep searching for my C'est la vie.

Where's the balance from my meditation?

I keep grasping for a sense of me.