Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Empty Sun - Me


Another song without music. I wrote this today during my reading in Ecclesiastes (most of it's stolen out of Chapter 1). It still needs plenty of fine tunning, but I thought I'd post it. Let me know what you think....


Empty Sun


There is nothing, nothing at all
Nothing, nothing, nothing at all

What do we gain from exertion?
When do we stop running?
The generation before me lived and died
Mine will do the same
The generation after me is dead despite what it has tried

The world won’t know, it’s stuck whirling
This sun rises and sets
It hurries back to the place where it rises
Wind blows to the south
It goes around to the north and meets itself

All streams run to the raging sea
but the sea is not full
All things are full of weariness man can’t flee
We’re not satisfied
The eye can not hear and the ear can not see

What has been here is what will be
What has been done is
What will be done, nothing new under this sun
They say, “this is new.”
In the ages before us it has been done

No one remembers history
Forgotten the future
What is crooked can’t be strait or the lost found
Acquire knowledge
And with your wisdom you will be tied and bound

Sanity and insanity
Only the fool will laugh
Men living in light cry as men in the dark
They will die the same
Their work is left to their orphans with no mark

There is nothing better for us
Then to find enjoyment
Our labor is not under this empty sun
But under the Son
Joy is only given by the righteous One

If all you see is this whirling world

There is nothing, nothing at all
Nothing, nothing, nothing at all

Joy is only given by the righteous One

© Miss Pickwickian



Thanks for reading,
Miss Pickwickian

2 comments:

Aisha said...

Very cool! :)

Charity Tuuri said...

I liked that a lot. :)I especially enjoyed this section:

"The generation before me lived and died
Mine will do the same
The generation after me is dead despite what it has tried

The world won’t know, it’s stuck whirling
This sun rises and sets
It hurries back to the place where it rises
Wind blows to the south
It goes around to the north and meets itself"