Lirieke: Moon Upstairs (The). Guarding The Golden Apple. All Is All.

Oh Lord
All is all is I is me is us
Oh Lord
Trying the best I can, an imperfect man
With fire to understand

But it's so hard to see when blind
Find your light

No more
War between the lives
Of those who choose what they choose
And the parasites
Of selfishness that linger within each of us

When will you see that all will be all

(Thanks to John for these lyrics)