The Golden Center

I saw the man

feeding on twelve lumps of coal

I felt the draw of his personal need,

felt myself fall into his soul.

A baker's dozen falling into

his soul



I held the man,

still losing my way

showered by a hail of guilt

I turned my back and stumbled away

I left him down and stumbled

my way



You can walk away

you can search for days

for all things in the world that are true

but the golden center is: you

the golden center...



I found the man

lying in a field of woe

I reached inside him, my breath held still

I felt his blood stain my hands

and had to let go

Left for dead in the world

below



You can run away

you can fast for days

or taste all in the world for what's true

but the golden center is you



he got in line with the rest

pealed the mask from his face

cast the smile away

corrupt with disgrace

he discarded belief

fragmented by grief

he lived the big damage

he lived

the big damage

he chose

the big damage

He chose.



He walks alone

down a road of despair

sees through a glass stained darkly

without hope of repair

Between rage and forgiveness

is a life so unfair