What is darkness but a lack of light?
What its love but a lack of hate?
How is it possible to be separate,
But remain together forever and always?
We ask these questions that don’t mean a thing,
Because we haven’t a clue what we’re asking.
We raise our hands and sing together,
To a man in the sky who ignores us.
We bow our heads and pray together,
For people we cannot help or aid.
We spend our time bothering about,
Trying to change what we cannot change.
But what is the question?
What is our ultimate goal?
Why do we try,
When there’s nothing with trying,
And seek to find hope among doom?
Because light is but a lack of darkness,
And love but a lack of hate.
We aim to remain individuals,
While staying united as one.
These questions — they don’t mean a thing,
For they mean everything.