This song is about a quest for truth, as in, the way, the truth, and the life. She wants to find it, admire it, relish it, breathe in the beauty of it, and let it permeate, refresh, and nourish her soul. She craves it more than oxygen, and, indeed, it is more important than that.
She found part of it, a glimpse of it, and it was good. She felt the fire burning underneath. But people around her, those that were allegedly seeking that same truth, were smothering her. She couldn't breathe. It wasn't pure, like she expected or needed it to be. She finally found the "signpost" to it.
Through it all, the source of the truth didn't change. Her need for it didn't change. Her quest for it remained, but the people around her left her jaded by their example and their demands upon her. Their expectations were not realistic. They tried to compartmentalize her, to put her in a box, and they didn’t like it when she refused to be controlled. How could she be? The truth compels us to be authentic, to be who we are. So, the quest continues, and although she has felt the fire and found a signpost to it, the fullness of that truth wasn’t where she initially thought it might be.
This song is about a quest for truth, as in, the way, the truth, and the life. She wants to find it, admire it, relish it, breathe in the beauty of it, and let it permeate, refresh, and nourish her soul. She craves it more than oxygen, and, indeed, it is more important than that.
She found part of it, a glimpse of it, and it was good. She felt the fire burning underneath. But people around her, those that were allegedly seeking that same truth, were smothering her. She couldn't breathe. It wasn't pure, like she expected or needed it to be. She finally found the "signpost" to it.
Through it all, the source of the truth didn't change. Her need for it didn't change. Her quest for it remained, but the people around her left her jaded by their example and their demands upon her. Their expectations were not realistic. They tried to compartmentalize her, to put her in a box, and they didn’t like it when she refused to be controlled. How could she be? The truth compels us to be authentic, to be who we are. So, the quest continues, and although she has felt the fire and found a signpost to it, the fullness of that truth wasn’t where she initially thought it might be.