Let It Be
Look up! you see that cliff is hard to chase.
It towers until I’m just a grain of sand
Took up by wind and bashed against its face.
I’ll never reach the top, and never in a gale.
But what I see depends on where I stand.
From atop a cliff the sea and sky join hands
And what I am depends on what I’ve learned
In humming tides that buck against each man.
Look low, you see the height that we have climbed.
Look out, just look, the sea and sky’s combined.
Illusion is a gift from God to man,
Delusion just a tear in man’s own plans.