when did we forget who we were
and where we came from?
was it in the jungles of Vietnam
black and white blurred?

turn off the lights, maybe in darkness we’ll stumble
without our eyes we’ll have to rely on mystery

where did we go wrong
and stray into despair?
was it in Dallas in ’63
when the motorcade became a blood parade?

turn off the lights, maybe in darkness we’ll stumble
without our eyes we’ll have to rely on mystery

when did we become so cold
blind to our neighbors’ despair
was it from staring too much at a screen?
horrors scroll by until they don’t mean anything

turn off the lights, maybe in darkness we’ll stumble
without our eyes we’ll have to rely on mystery

cut off my arm if it offends thee lord
tear out my eyes if they cause me to sin
so much to cut and render
to ever be whole again
somewhere in each of us is still a seed of redemption
a deep connection to a universal dream
all that we can feel but cannot see
what we lost that can set us free

when did we lose our soul?
what demon possessed and drove us to sorrow?
no thought for tomorrow?
leading our children to doom

turn off the lights, maybe in darkness we’ll stumble
without our eyes we’ll rely on mystery

Posted Saturday, February 27th 2021