Vanity and Vexations of Spirit

(Verse 1) Solomon on the throne, a king with a restless heart Sifting through pleasures, searching for where life's meaning starts Riches he gathered, companions he held close at night But a hollowness echoed, a dimming of the inner light (Chorus) Vanity, whispers the wind, a fleeting chase in the sand Building castles, chasing dreams, all slip away from your hand Vexation of spirit, a burden we all must bear The striving, the yearning, leaves nothing but empty air (Verse 2) Wisdom he sought in knowledge, in laughter, in building grand But the more that he gathered, the less he could understand Fleeting achievements, a vapor that disappears Like chasing the sunrise, chasing away all your tears (Verse 3) The sculptor with chisel, the dancer with graceful form Each leave their impression, weather a coming storm Though empires may crumble, and statues may turn to dust The beauty they crafted, a whisper of fleeting trust (Verse 4) The sculptor with chisel, the dancer with steps so light Each leave their creation, a flicker against the night Though empires may crumble, and fortunes may fade away The beauty they gave us, a reason for hearts to stay (Verse 5) The sculptor with calloused hands, chiseling stone all day Each stroke a devotion, a beauty that won't decay Though empires may crumble, and fortunes may fade with time The art that she crafts transcends it, a testament so sublime (Outro) Let go of the grasping, the need to possess and control Open your heart to the simple, let your spirit find its soul For true meaning lies not in things, but in the connections we make Love, compassion, kindness, the difference a life can take