Come With Me

 

By our hands

We fashion our shackles

Both prisoner

And guard

Of an inferior life

Lacking interior light

To free ourselves

And make things right

 

How are we going to get home

When we donít even realize weíre gone

And weíve been gone so long

That nothing feels right

So we keep searching through this night

Not knowing itís ourselves that we fight

So afraid and so alone

 

Donít be afraid

Because youíre already home

Stop this illusion

Put an end to your confusion

Release the excuses that you've been using

And set yourself free

 

Youíre already where you long to be

If you could only see

If you could only be

Let go

Of what you think you know

And let the beauty of Truth flow

Over you and over me

And overcome

What you think must be

Come with me -

 

                                    ---unAsleep