I am closer to believing
Than I ever was before
On the crest of this elation
Must I crash upon the shore―
And with the driftwood of acquaintance
Light the fire to love once more?
To be closer to believing
To be just a breath away
On the death of inspiration
I would buy back yesterday
But there's no crueler illusion
There's no sharper coin to pay
As I reach out―it slips away.
From the opium of custom
To the ledges of extremes
Don't believe it 'till you've held it
Life is seldom what it seems
Lay your heart upon the table
And in the shuffling of dreams
Remember who on earth you are.
So be closer to believing
Though your world is torn apart
For a moment changes all things
And to end is but to start
If your journey's unrewarded
May your God lift up your heart
You are windblown
But you are mine.
―Greg Lake
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