If Every Hole Were Ever Filled

Written April 12, 2009

What happens when we’re not there?
It’s impossible to be everywhere
The unknown is never clear
Simply ’cause we’re never there

If every hole were ever filled
Never would a man be killed
Over competition, woman’s love
Or to control the stars above

If every hole were ever filled
Never would man have the will
To fulfill an endless, grandeur hope
Or glance the barrel of his scope

Endless love would turn us loveless
God would never look upon us
Change would come and never go
If we filled up every hole we’re ever shown

Given time, wholes would have holes again
Holes are never wholes in the end
Given time, wholes would have holes again
Holes are never wholes in the end

‘Cause a hammer and a tack
Ain’t gonna hold the wholes together
It’ll take some more than that
And some of our own weather

Or now, or now, or now, or now

Or now we can take a pretty picture
And shake it ‘round in the wind
Forget His pretty sister
Let’s just make pretend

Or now, or now, or now, or now

Or now we can float on by
And dance ‘round in the wind
Let the new sun rise
Let’s just make pretend

Photography by Rosario Nuñez, from Unsplash