Testo Karma's Plight - Cynic

Karma's Plight

Stray eyes, staring at clouds that keep returning
Grey skies, burning our eyes with flames of hurting
Reach for a hand my friend, your home has never left you
Stained view, reason collects debris of crisis
Taints you, colors abode with unseen logic
Reach for the sky my friendand roam in clouds of being — insight emerge
Tipping the scales of your world at hand
Balance the weight from the grand stands, karma’s plight
Sign speak, silence displays the lure of teaching
Cry’s deep, lessons obscure reward my seeking
Reach for a hand my friend you home as never left you
Reach for the sky my friendand roam in clouds of being — insight emerge
Tipping the scales of your world at hand
Balance the weight from the grand stands
Knitting the skirt of your feeling now strewn
A Blessing disguised in this time of growth
Karma’s plight