You ask
What is the quality of life?
Seeking to justify the part you play
And hide fearing it incomplete
To try
To make it any more or less
than short and sweet
But short
Short is from you to me
As close
as we are wont to try to make it be
We're caught
Watching the dark in the sky
Who knows?
Helpless it's time
and self to hold the time of day
And you
You are a fantasy
A view
From where you'd like to think
the world should see
Be true
And you will likely find
A few
Building a vision new and justice to our time
And we
We the immoral men
We dare
Naked and fearless in the elements
And free
Carefree of tempting fate
Aware
And holding off the moral nightmare
at the gates
And sweet
Sweet as a mountain stream
We'll look
Toward a new day breaking in the east
We meet
As every future dream Unfolds
And surely quality that is the very least