All In All1

Dwelt the dealings of despair and sorrow

Could still not wash away the marrow

And soon would come all we hast

Be of it all made more and more

And that be all

Now of as it may be still as water

The kind undisturbed by a newborn

The way it comes to be is never

The way it shall be

And that be all

The deceptive eyes and liars truths

May keep mine down to its routes

For path was never clear of mind

Once taken the task to realize

And that be all

Not much sense does I make to them

For in time history becomes fact

That what we knew was never –

Truly known at all

And all be that it really is