If we ever make it home

OK, so making things up is a big part of our lives, that can't be the end of the story. We do this in many more aspects of our lives than just business or economics. It's actually something that we do more often than not, and like is so often the case, we do it without really even thinking, so let me take another example:

A reported-deceased-but-still-much-alive fraternity brother from long-times-past turned me on to a Wade Bowen song (with the same title as this post) that I decided to share with you, for it got me thinking. It's not that I'm going sentimental on you, rather, there is an ultimate point to all of this. Here are the lyrics (with some help from Weldon B.):

Is anybody out there searching
Has anybody lost the way
Am I the only one who’s hurting
Today

Must have got some bad directions
How’d we ever end up here
All this pain and desperation
And fear

If we ever make it home
They’ll be peace like we’ve never known
Nobody’s gonna walk alone
We’ll be leaning on each other

Every wall that we’ve built up high
Is gonna fall right before our eyes
Love will surely conquer hate
If we ever make it home

There’s darkness in the daylight
As the devil works his trade
He’s the first one to the gravesite
With a smile on his face

There’s a flicker in the distance
Where a single candle glows
And another walking with us
Who knows

If we ever make it home
They’ll be peace like we’ve never known
Nobody’s gonna walk alone
We’ll be leaning on each other
Loving one another

Every wall that we’ve built up high
Is gonna fall right before our eyes
Love will surely conquer hate
If we ever make it home

Oh if we ever make it home

You see, it's just a simple, straightforward, red-dirt text. It's neither high-end poetry, nor profoundly philosophical, nor should it be. It is, like any good song, though, one that should stimulate us to reflection.

The reflections are next.