The point?

• What is the point of faith in Him,
  When life in peace feels whole within?
  Religion waged uncounted wars,
  Left graves behind and locked to mars.
  
  The Beatles sang—imagine we
  No gods, no chains, no boundary.
  No heaven, hell, or lands in fight,
  Lennon too, on December eight
  
  No God, no faith, no angels near,
  No whispered prayers, just empty years.
  No Christmas bells, no Easter morn,
  Only the void where we were born.
  
  Should I still ask, or let it be?
  Ignore it all and make my tea?
  Perhaps in silence, we will find
  The peace we crave, the calm of mind.
  
  So I will sit, and sip my tea,
  Let questions rest and set them free.
  For in the asking lies the key,
  And peace, the truth that waits for me.
• Went back to hell, for me to see
  The past illusion, once was me
  The fires and flames, the burning heat
  Thank God I saw an open leak

  The devils smiled, they welcomed back
  They still work here, they do not slack
  I hate them all, with all my heart
  I loved them from the time of start

  I wonder why I didn’t die
  My skin is tan, my hair is dark
  They didn’t even shed my blood
  does Sahara Desert ever flood?

  Each step I took, my vision clears
  For in this place, the truth is dear
  In hell’s embrace, I found my might
  To fight the flight brings back the light
  
  The battle’s fought, the war is won,
  For now my soul, it is undone.
  I stand before the gates unchained,
  I ran to Him with no restrain
• A blazing light appeared in air
  Mesmerised, I stopped to stare
  The pair of flare, I’m made aware
  a shooting star, so bright, so rare
  
  Bright and shine, it’s never dark
  the glitters bright, with dazzling spark
  The stadium’s loud, the crowd alive
  the lions stand, the pride survives
  
  We do not work, we do enjoy
  the grapes of vine, there’s also toys
  To walk is crime, to talk is primed
  there’s glass of wine, in every dine

  Someone comes, with Joseph’s cloak
  they said we’re free, it’s freedom toast
  there’s no command, they’re from ghost
  the colours bright, the dreams awoke

  I was crowned with gold and gems
  very vain, behold and bold
  The room is filled with pics displayed
  My pic is there, they’re everywhere

  The stars don’t move, the sun won’t set
  The joy feels staged, the smiles regret
  A whispered voice, a warning spell
  Is this heaven, or is this hell?

  The doors were locked, though none would say
  The night stood still, no break of day
  No pain, no loss, no tear to shed
  But neither love, nor dreams ahead

  A world so bright, yet cold as stone
  A kingdom grand, yet not my own
  And in the mirrors, all I see
  A hollow face that once was me
• I’m here alone, just me today
  I just left, that herd, dismayed
  Each step is brave, my sight is great
  searching for, a house to stay

  The day has passed, the sun gone down
  The night I’m scared, my fear is up
  Sheep are prey, our name renown
  What I have done, I’m dead, no luck
  

  I’ll starve to death, if refused to eat
  How can I, my stares won’t cease
  Afraid to be, the day of feast.
  Am I to be, somebody’s meat

  There I see, a flock at bay
  They look so fed, he must be great
  Is there a grass, that’s made of cake
  What do they eat, what do they take

  Run away, don’t come too near
  They live and die, but forced to eat
  Believe the spirit, it speaks to you
  Is this the truth, the dark just blue?

  The moon above, it casts its glow,
  Upon the path I dare not know.
  The grass once sweet now turns to ash,
  As fear and doubt within me clash.

  To live, to roam, to fight, to flee,
  What kind of sheep am I to be?
  That flock may thrive, their lives contrived,
  But am I dead, or still alive?
• Sheep 1:
  Where is the shepherd? Why did he stray?
  To search for one and leaves us prey?
  Now wolves are here, our fate mislaid.
  please guard the flock, don’t go away
  
  Sheep 2:
  Why tremble so, while breath remains?
  Why not pray, and keep your faith?
  Have we not sung, His songs of praise?
  Why then fear, this sharp dismay?
  
  Sheep 1:
  Are you blind, don’t you care?
  We rot alone, in fields despair.
  We have our minds, don’t you see?
  Free like the ocean, free like the breeze
  
  Sheep 3:
  In times of trial, we must not divide.
  Together we stand, as brothers abide.
  He found us all, His love is clear.
  If danger comes, we face it here.
  
  Sheep 1:
  You foolish herd, so blind the rest.
  While you wait, I’ll seek what’s best.
  Another shepherd will keep me whole.
  Better his care than trust His soul.
  
  The Shepherd:
  Return my sheep, your brother is here.
  I fought a foe, I calmed his fear.
  But what is this? Another divide?
  If you cannot trust, how can I guide?
  Goodbye again, I hope he’s fine
• Where are you, o evil one
  They said you are, the only sun
  There he winks, where’s the day
  Okay, H’oray, I am at bay

  Who dares to speak, are you divine?
  Did you not hear, the might of mine
  Are you not scared, like bees who flees
  Is this the faith, of a mustard tree

  I am not scared, have I just cried?
  Why will I be, when we live and die
  The question I ask, is the important one
  If answered well, I can die young

  Be quick to speak, mortal so meek.
  I have got a mission, against the Holiest peak
  Have you not heard, the rebellion begun
  I show to you, how to fire a gun

  This is why, I come to seek
  The reason why, you still have grit
  why do you fight, when there is fun
  The fire you cast, it’s been undone

  Even the sun bows to Him,
  Even the stars sings to Him
  Even the Oracle herself, obeys to Him
  Why, oh why, I don’t mean to whim

  You are but, the same as them
  No wonder why, you are the same
  I have my streak, isn’t that fate?
  The sight of fate, is my only faith
  

  I fight, not for love, nor for disdain
  I fight for freedom, for unbound reign
  The chains of worship, I cast away
  In my defiance, I’ll find my way
• Flying in the garden at night,
  I see a gathering in the light,
  A man, a woman, and a tree,
  Is that a snake watching in glee?

  Eve marvels at the sight of the tree,
  She must not have seen the sight of the sea.
  Oh, how delicious the apples must be,
  The colour, the shape, and the texture
  There must be nothing better than these.

  I am an eagle, and I know when to flee,
  Every animal’s too, when the snake is on a spree.
  I have the wings, why they did not ask me?
  They listened to a snake, that crawls on pee

  Now the serpent slithers, whispering lies,
  The promise of knowledge in her eyes.
  But even the eagle, soaring so high,
  Knows that truth cannot be bought or denied.
  

  These two think nobody has seen,
  Many animals have watched, eyes gleamed.
  Didn’t God tell us that we are all free?
  Oh, how they are blinded, why did they agree?
  

  I soar above, as the sun begins to rise,
  Watching with wisdom through ancient skies.
  The garden, the tree, the serpent, the man
  From this height, I now understand
  How the paradise turned to sand