"I see the scars of searches everywhere I go
There's a question like a shame no one will show
"What do I live for"
We are squandering this life
Using people like ladders and words like knives
If we've eyes to see, If we've ears to hear
To find it in our hearts and mouths the word that saves is near
There is truth in little corners of our lives
There are hints of it in songs and children's eyes
It's familiar, like an ancient lullaby
Leave all you were before
To believe is to begin..."
Eternal Sunshine of a Spotful Mind
