In Your Own Sight
A lofty eyed generation
Without thought or hesitation
Hold themselves in high esteem
Building on imagined dreams
Reality is sheer perfection
Chosen god-like by self election
Their only thought…make a name
Carving notches with their fame
CHORUS 1:
They cry let’s make a name
Make a name
Bring us honor
Recognition…Fame
Come out on top…can’t complain
That’s the purpose of life’s game
Look upon the face of pride
Something that the eyes can’t hide
Here we see the heart’s condition
Loosing sight of it’s true mission
CHORUS 2:
They cry let’s make a name
Make a name
Bring us honor
Recognition…Fame
Too soon…it’s called…end of game
No one remembers…such a shame
©2004
Susan D.
i would like to say thank you to Heaven for the inspiring post that was made in the Faith Forum that brought about this piece...
