The world is full of stress, I think
It’s full of stress I say
And signs and marvels go unseen
With each new maddening day
And eyes turn inward, blund’ring and
Aspriring ever higher
As futile hearts go wond’ring and
Ignore the sacred fire
The world is full of stress, I think
It’s full of stress I say
And signs and marvels go unseen
With each new maddening day
And eyes turn inward, blund’ring and
Aspriring ever higher
As futile hearts go wond’ring and
Ignore the sacred fire
