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I walk through a world ridden with confliction

I know everybody can't be right

All I ever get is contradiction

Still they can't prove that I'm here tonight

Where's the time gone, and where's it going to?

They all try to prophesize

What is there in common to a billion people?

What exists when they totalize?

I know you might never hear these questions

From such a little speck of life

Surely you understand why I take my lonely stand

Waiting, waiting on your reply

Must we look to a future in the chill of space?

Or maybe we will just revert

Are we slaves to a power that is so sublime?

Or is it hidden in this clump of dirt?

But if you listen something echoes down through the ages

Once they even tired to chain down time

There must be a reason for the wealth of miracles

That run through the days of mankind

I know you might never hear these questions

From such a little speck of life

Surely you understand why I take my lonely stand

Waiting, waiting on your reply