[Verse 1: Isor One]
As the sun disappears into the twilight leaving highlights in the sky
And the clouds create a masterpiece of colors passing by
One woman sits alone inside her home and begs the question:
Is it worth it to create a poem to capture her perceptions?
She looks out at the sunset, wishing to portray its beauty, hoping to capture this moment but the clouds continue moving
And the words begin to alternate with every changing pattern
With pen and pad she sits and writes all night by the light of a lantern
After daybreak she begins to reflect on life’s impermanence
Change becomes the only constant, causing inner turbulence
And the words can’t seem to accurately illustrate the feeling
And she sits and wonders whether others would find them appealing
But disregarding this notion, she decides to press on
Reciting the words over and over until it’s finally dawn
And all along the question lingers—really what is there to fear if she creates the perfect poem and there’s no one there to hear it?
[Chorus 1: Isor One]
As the sun disappears into the twilight leaving highlights in the sky
And the clouds create a masterpiece of colors passing by
One woman sits alone inside her home and begs the question:
Is it worth it to create a poem to capture her perceptions?
With pen and pad she sits and writes all night by candlelight
Hoping to capture this moment, but something’s still not right
And all along the question lingers—what is there to fear if she creates the perfect poem and there’s no one there to hear it?
[Verse 2: DOA]
Practice a verse every day, and it makes perfect they say
But is it worth it to take time to try to create?
With this internal debate, a man rehearses away
Putting in work to be great
But he was cursed to be afraid
Doesn’t want his verse to be played ’til he’s in a hearse [?]
Gets way too nervous on stage
So all his hard work is delayed
He’s eager to build up the courage to flourish and fight to discover to say what he feels
Get on the mic and despite all the fright, he’s encouraged by others to nourish his skills
With all the talents they keep him off balance like kicking the leg off a table
He’s able to keep them all tripping like there’s something different
A new confidence had emerged that was hidden
Now before the crowd as it’s surrounded all around
His heart began to pound but fear is nowhere to be found
Now his song is flawless, all this still without contentment
Performs without attachment for results with no resentment
He leaves the audience in awe until the final lyric
Is it worth it to create a song if nobody will hear it?
[Chorus 2: DOA]
As the moon disappears and sunlight turns the darkness into day
A man dissects his verses for the perfect words to say
Keeps rehearsing the way
Putting in work to be great
But he gets too nervous on stage
And he was cursed to be afraid
But he was blessed with the talents to keep them all off balance
And leave them all flipping out
His confidence is lifted now
He leaves the audience in awe until the final lyric
What good is it to make a song if nobody will hear it?
[Verse 3: Isor One]
As the moon disappears into the night behind the horizon line
And the stars make their debut before the sun begins to shine
One man forsakes his slumber, stepping out into the morning mist
Sitting quietly to meditate and contemplate why he exists
After giving praise to the universe, he heads back to his humble home
Where he lives in isolation, all day he sits alone
And he ponders various questions the universe tends to pose
A man of few possessions but one that he holds close…
His chosen instrument, the mandolin, he plays it daily
Attempting to perfect a tune, each day it’s never failing
He plays the notes again and again but something’s still not right
And it’s just not the same as the way that he hears in his head so he plays on long into the night
Waiting for the moment when the song is flawless, still without fulfillment
But he just continues his progression remaining resilient
Attempting to perfect a tune he’ll dedicate to spirit
Is it worth it to create a song if nobody will hear it?
[Chorus 3: Isor One]
As the moon disappears into the night behind the horizon line
And the stars make their debut before the sun begins to shine
One man forsakes his sleep and sits inside his humble home
Where he lives in isolation, all day he sits alone
His chosen instrument, the mandolin, he plays it daily
Attempting to perfect a tune, each day it’s never failing
As he ventures to create a tune he’ll dedicate to spirit
Is it worth it to create a song if only God will hear it?
