What's so precious that's blinding
Where is the focus on what's true
Some promises made are binding
As for wisdom who has a clue
Searching high and low to no avail
Coping with the emptiness within
It seems that darkness would prevail
But the search starts all over again
Where's the satisfaction in all this
Why is the longing still there
By this world's standard we persist
In seeking that elusive treasure so rare
Why keep giving pearls to swine
Holding on with baited breath
Unless we seek the true vine
Our way will only end in death
Written by Ronnie Enoch
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