Who will answer?

As I said the other day, I hardly listen to any music from the past-far too painful. However for some weird reason, these lyric came to my mind after a patient was telling me how strange the world has become-very impersonal and cold. I was introduced to this song from the 60`s by someone who has made a tremendous difference in my life-well over 25 years ago. He taught me much, and made me see much that I was blind to-he forced me to walk down the path of darkness and light.

 As soon as I heard this song-I said ”this will always be my song”.  So today when I came home I listened to it-strange how one song can contain so many memories and events. The lyrics are such that one can free associate and realize so many things-really worth the time to listen to it. One can come up with one`s own truth as "who will answer" when the "rules don`t fit the game". No need to be a Christian, or any other religion, or no religion-works for everyone-including atheists, for we all really have an answer.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C7XVcZ-OVx8 

Who will answer-Ed Ames

Hallelujah! Hallelujah!, Hallelujah!
 

From the canyons of the mind,
We wander on and stumble blindly
Through the often-tangled maze
Of starless nights and sunless days,
While asking for some kind of clue
Or road to lead us to the truth,
But who will answer?

Side by side two people stand,
Together vowing, hand-in-hand
That love's imbedded in their hearts,
But soon an empty feeling starts
To overwhelm their hollow lives,
And when they seek the hows and whys,
Who will answer?

On a strange and distant hill,
A young man's lying very still.
His arms will never hold his child,
Because a bullet running wild
Has struck him down. And now we cry,
"Dear God, Oh, why, oh, why?"
But who will answer?

High upon a lonely ledge,
A figure teeters near the edge,
And jeering crowds collect below
To egg him on with, "Go, man, go!"
But who will ask what led him
To his private day of doom,
And who will answer?

If the soul is darkened
By a fear it cannot name,
If the mind is baffled
When the rules don't fit the game,
Who will answer? Who will answer? Who will answer?
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!, Hallelujah!

In the rooms of dark and shades,
The scent of sandalwood pervades.
The colored thoughts in muddled heads
Reclining in the rumpled beds
Of unmade dreams that can't come true,
And when we ask what we should do,
Who... Who will answer?

'Neath the spreading mushroom tree,
The world revolves in apathy
As overhead, a row of specks
Roars on, drowned out by discotheques,
And if a secret button's pressed
Because one man has been outguessed,
Who will answer?

Is our hope in walnut shells
Worn 'round the neck with temple bells,
Or deep within some cloistered walls
Where hooded figures pray in halls?
Or crumbled books on dusty shelves,
Or in our stars, or in ourselves,
Who will answer?