Hold back thy tides of malcontent br No truth is seen with fearful eyes br That view a world in times decent br When past and present meet their demise br Worlds are lost to bring forth anew br Guided out by the hands of faith br We are free to dream and pursue br Yet only providence can create br Comfort found in daily routine br Now replaced by the thrill of change br A road to take from the in between br Surreal death will leave a life so strange br What will we find behind the door? br What will we see when there is no more?br br Colm Hayesbr br