You ask   What is the quality   Of life?   Seeking to justify the part you play   And hide   Fearing it incomplete   To try   To make it any more or less than short and sweet      But short   Short is from you to me   As close   As we are wont to try to make it be   We're caught   Watching the dark in the sky   Who knows?   Helpless it's time and self to hold the time of day      And you   You are a fantasy   A view   From where you'd like to think the world should see   Be true   And you will likely find   A few   Building a vision new and justice to our time      And we   We the immoral men   We dare   Naked and fearless in the elements   And free   Carefree of tempting fate   Aware   And holding off the moral nightmare at the gates      And sweet   Sweet as a mountain stream   We'll look   Toward a new day breaking in the east   And meet   As every future dream   Unfolds   And surely quality that is the very least