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Soul seed by Eric Nunnally

 

Before the universe
Before the consciousness that understood its existence
Before conception had its frame
Before all time

There wasn't anything at all

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And to be where I am now
Defined by principles that layer my beliefs
Which govern even the limits of my imaginings
I'm crowded in the context of my being

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There isn't much that I can say
The world will have its way
While I must suffer through
The pieces of the truth

I know when I'm alone
I feel more at home
Cause I can hear my soul...

So what can I believe
If there's no one with whom to share the mystery
If ignorance is comfort for the populace
Tell me how to find my place

.

There isn't much that I can say
The world will have its way
While I must suffer through
The pieces of the truth

I know when I'm alone
I feel more at home
Cause I can hear my soul…

The secret of my birth
Goes back billions of years, before the universe
When I was concentrated into nothingness
And exploded into being

June 25, 2004




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