KASSIDY COOK - SONG ONE

Sleep, dear Solemn Dream; But wake another Day
Climb as high as Everest; But never say
That Good Shows and Sweet Roses are Bitter Lies
Nor would the Manuscript of your Destiny despise
Your Unveiling Truth and Unfolding Majesty
Such Truth is Pleasant to me.

Your Broken Lips are all that I could see
Sour Words and Norms of Conduct? In Reality
Only from your Sight shall this Room obtain
The very Life it needs to be Alive again
But as long as this Earth survives in Harmony
The Truth is still Pleasant to me.

Lend me your Voice! I need it to Proclaim
This Sacred Injustice our Elders imposed on our Plain
From which I had hoped to plant my Finest Crop
And yet it weeded out another Tragic Drop
Useless Beings are indeed the Poison of Tomorrow
And yet the Truth is still Pleasant to me.

The Scent of your Hair, it reminded him before
When he first arrived as a Stranger who wore
An Old, Ignorant Hat too busy to dive the Seas
Until you finally saw what has become of him:
Fallen Saints and Shattered Dreams
But the Truth must still be Pleasant to me.

I knew it was futile to cuddle in Despair
So I looked up to Heaven and learned to be aware:
That there is a World where you can be Free
The Core which the Apple had missed to see
An Everlasting Sweetness! Now I am convinced
That the Truth is Enlightening for me.