Walking in Belief
Nothing’s impossible… you say
I hear that same thing… drift away
In my dreams I bend the sky
Still doesn’t make me… divine
Dreams feel real… till morning light
Truth needs more… than what feels right
You call it faith… I call design
Lines drawn soft… in the mind
They saw things… they couldn’t explain
Must be magic… or I’m insane
Now we’ve got science… breaking it down
No need for ghosts… hanging around
(soft lift)
Imagination… scribe and pen
Turning stories… truth again
Every god… you’re dreaming of
Written down… then raised above
(Chorus – floaty, repeating)
If they saw… what we see now
Steel ships drifting… through the clouds
Round the moon… and back again
Fire written… by the hands of men
If they dreamed… what we made real
Would they call it God… or learn to feel
That the line… between truth and myth
Fades away… with evidence
(space / instrumental swell)
Where’s the prophecy… clear and bright
Walking on the moon… in silver light
You keep saying… “coming soon”
Echoes fading… like an old tune
If your God… steps outside
Off the page… nowhere to hide
Out of myth… into the real
Something we can touch… something we can feel
(added verse)
You promise me… a castle sky
Golden walls… where no one dies
Streets of light… no tears, no pain
A perfect world… we cannot name
You say it waits… beyond the blue
A place prepared… for the chosen few
But I’ve heard dreams… dressed up like this
Hope wrapped tight… in endless bliss
(added verse)
A kingdom built… above the air
No weight, no time… no sorrow there
But all I see… are words that float
Like whispered lines… that someone wrote
If it’s real… it will remain
More than promise… more than claim
Not just a vision… we’re told to keep
While walking blind… in belief
(added verse)
If there’s a new earth… waiting ahead
Why care for this one… we’re standing in instead
If all of this… will fade away
Why fight to keep it… day by day
Rivers run dry… forests fall
But it won’t matter… not at all
If everything here… is just a test
Why save the world… we’re told is less
(Chorus – fuller, layered)
If they saw… what we see now
Steel ships drifting… through the clouds
Round the moon… and back again
Fire written… by the hands of men
If they dreamed… what we made real
Would they call it God… or learn to feel
That the line… between truth and myth
Fades away… with evidence
(outro – very soft, almost spoken)
Nothing’s impossible… in a dream
But that’s not the same… as what it seems
Till it stands… for all to see
It’s just belief… not reality
DrummerDave26
