brief encounter

• grup : everon
  album : north
  parca no : 2
  
  alone in his empty room
  he read that book page by page
  in search of truth
  of comfort or some hope
  he read ‘if you knock, my door will open’
  but those he tried were all locked tight
  
  like flickering lights
  bits of memories crossed his mind
  countless shattered pieces
  that refused to fall in place
  he read ‘i'll search for all the lost ones’
  but how much more lost could he be
  
  he shook his fist at heaven
  stood up for all the broken souls
  i will not forget the words
  he spoke to me that day
  he said ‘man, if you believe, would you ask one question
  in my name because to me god never speaks:
  does he still rest on sundays, and look at his creation,
  and think it was good ?’
  
  he could barely breathe
  hardly grab just one clear thought
  the walls were closing in on him
  his time was running out
  he read ‘if you ask, you will be given’
  and he thought of everything he had lost
  
  he shook his fist at heaven
  stood up for all the broken souls
  i will not forget the words
  he spoke to me that day
  he said ‘man, if you believe, would you ask one question
  in my name because to me god never speaks:
  does he still rest on sundays, and look at his creation,
  and think it was good ?
  does he think it was good ?’
  
  it was a brief encounter
  but after all these years it's still on my mind
  nobody mourned for him
  there were no flowers on his grave
  i hope at last you got your answer
  and if so, would you let me know ?