Let Me Not Seem to Have Lived in Vain

Let me not seem to have lived in vain—
Let me not seem to have lived in vain.
For if I were to die tonight
the water would later rain.
The world over will follow me
into the darkness of the Light
where the free can forever be
relishing in their might.
Maybe, perhaps, it will not rain.
Let me not seem to have lived in vain.

Let me not seem to have lived in vain—
Let me not seem to have lived in vain.
Whatever the sky proclaims unto you
it may not be what you could call pain.
The world over will follow me
across the stars, into the sky.
Life, it seems, shall never see
the answers to why.
So, perhaps, it will not rain.
Let me not seem to have lived in vain.

Let me not seem to have lived in vain—
Let me not seem to have lived in vain.
When the nightfall rises into dawn
my love will discover its bane.
The love of the Light will blow
into windless chasms overflowing
amidst the seas that rise and fall with a glow.
Dreams will never stop overthrowing
the endless screams all in the name—
Let me not seem to have lived in vain.

Let me not seem to have lived in vain—
Let me not seem to have lived in vain.
Dreams are the cards from another world
that are frozen by the Time that was tamed.
The palette is full of reds and greens and blues.
The vista is becoming a panorama of failings;
the river of the mountains is covered in hues
of the dying that died with arms flailing.
The wild fire of the spirit calls out my name.
Let me not seem to have lived in vain.

Let me not seem to have lived in vain—
Let me not seem to have lived in vain.
Quiet streams of dreary dreams do not
fulfill the wish of the fisherman of fame.
The trees are our cousins, the oak
could read my book, and not need glasses.
When the sage opened his mouth he spoke,
“Everything you know and love, from the grasses
to the title you yell aloud to the sky for your lone gone dame,
I must ask why you greet me with so little aim?
Let me not seem to have lived in vain.”

Let me not seem to have lived in vain—
Let me not seem to have lived in vain.
The stars are complacent and such.
The stars are so fit in their ways to remain the same.
The world over will follow me
unto the ends of the Earth.
When the masses become free
will you take them from the hearth?
From giants to the Davids, and from here to the last of blame—
Let me not seem to have lived in vain.

Let me not seem to have lived in vain—
Let me not seem to have lived in vain.
Her beauty is in her eyes, and her lips.
Her beauty is in her body, her hair, her tongue, and her name.
The Time and Temple drag behind
and your eyes will never connect the falling
scheme derived from endless minds
contrived from the boundless callings.
A man’s last words, repeated, like one composing a poem in the rain:
Let me not seem to have lived in vain,
Let me not seem to have lived in vain,
Let me not seem to have lived in vain.