As our lives roll out before our feet like carpet reams designed to meet a monarch traveler’s magistrate, the line of path is not so straight when eyes are blinded ‘bout Heaven’s gate.
[VERSE 1]
Our years advance our mind’s designs as if we always knew. We see the edge defined by threads in carpet abound as new. This fabric binds our minds in time and makes us think what’s true, as firm treads past weren’t meant to last and frays at edge still binds these threads we hold what’s left as new.
[VERSE 2]
Obstacles obscurities and things that will confront we toil in recent memories like dogs that train to hunt. Through the fade of aging memories this voluntary cast defines our moments provides atonement and helps to float our raft.
[REFRAIN]
As our lives roll out before our feet like carpet reams designed to meet a monarch traveler’s magistrate, the line of path is not so straight when eyes are blinded ‘bout Heaven’s gate.
[VERSE 3]
We live our lives among our tribes like fish in schools at sea, no bound to earthly magnet, no netted coils impede. The baited hooks enticements attract our need to feed so we’ll swim against the current while attempting to be freed. Enticed by glimmering reflections or from flash of dangled lures, it seems that one’s direction can often get detoured. Define the light you’re seeing by fixing eyes upon the traits, steer clear and fear false glimmering that denies you Heaven’s gate.
[REFRAIN]
As our lives roll out before our feet like carpet reams designed to meet a monarch traveler’s magistrate, the line of path is not so straight when eyes are blinded ‘bout Heaven’s gate.
[VERSE 4]
Prepare for horseback gallops and retreats to safe refuge pre-positioned flank advancements of overwhelming fortitude. Toil in the aftermath of battles yet begun, prepare for adversaries with your army just as one. Use your tools of conviction perseverance and circumstance all to shape defensive armor that deflects the glimmers lance. Just beyond allusive dangers that reflect apportioned light there sits the one observer that’s requisitioned each new life.
[REFRAIN]
As our lives roll out before our feet like carpet reams designed to meet a monarch traveler’s magistrate, the line of path is not so straight when eyes are blinded ‘bout Heaven’s gate.
[Final Verse]
Stay true to the mission this obligation which is life to stand-up strong against what’s wrong even if you give your life. Neither for cherished memories nor opportunities yet to come we must respond to what is gleaming just beyond the setting sun. It’s something oh so wonderful which escapes our human eyes, I only hope my chance to toast a soul of one survived…
[Instrumental]
Written and Composed By Michael Chaffee – 12-28-03
