There is a sense of the forboding
A sense of the unreal
There is a sense of knowing
A sense I sense indeed.

There is a sense of belonging
To what, I don’t really know
There is a sense of longing
For the Spirit to go home.

There is a sense of being
That comes from all I’ve seen
There is a sense of feeling
That defines and conquers me.

There is a sense of being
That comes from all I’ve been
There is a sense of being
That defines and conquers me.

There is a sense of living;
That comes from all I am;
There is a sense of giving
To the life that I would lead.