I see the world through ancient eyes
Far greater than my years
I see the people hurt by lies
And those haunted by their fears

I've seen the Phoenix come and go
Resurrected in its flame
I've seen the rise and fall of those
Who seek their fortune and their fame

I've sat and laughed and shook my head
Watching ego's fools run by
Claiming life owes them a debt
Though they cannot answer why

I've seen mankind wage their wars
Over things they will not mend
And never stop to think about
The message that it sends

To those who will follow them
Upon Earth's little stage
When they read about their legacy
Lives filled with hate and rage

Of their God, to whom they pray
If He's as kind as they claim
Then He'd treat them all equally
And love them all the same

Yet they seem to think that they're
Each more special to their God
Seems "equally" means different things
I find it rather odd

And somehow they remain blind
To the tapestry they weave
With their lies and their corruption
It's themselves that they deceive

In this life it matters not
Who gets out with the most
For wealth and those material things
Serve no use when you're a ghost

Perhaps one day they will see
The error of their ways
And with luck wisdom will come
Before their waning days

With my words I'll try to act
As both their guide and seer
But while I can speak the words
I cannot make them hear



Written by TJ Brazeau, January, 2005.