TEACHERS
Omnia Lyrics

I met a woman long ago
I once encountered a woman who left a lasting impression on me.

Her hair the black that black can go.
Her hair was the blackest shade possible, drawing attention to its striking beauty.

Are you a teacher of the heart?
Do you hold knowledge that could provide guidance and enlightenment for the soul?

Soft she answered no.
With gentle but firm words, she declined to be the bearer of such teaching.

I met a girl across the sea,
I had a chance encounter with a girl from a distant land.

Her hair the gold that gold can be.
Her hair was as pure and brilliant as a lustrous gold nugget.

Are you a teacher of the heart?
Do you hold knowledge that could provide guidance and enlightenment for the soul?

Yes, but not for thee.
Although I am a teacher of the heart, I am not here to teach you specifically.

I met a man who lost his mind
I encountered a man who had lost his sanity due to life's hardships.

In some lost place I had to find
I had to venture to an isolated location to seek him out.

Follow me the wise man said,
The man of wisdom encouraged me to accompany him on a journey with potential answers.

But he walked behind
Despite my following him, he allowed me to take the lead during our journey.

I walked into a hospital
I entered a medical facility.

Where none was sick and none was well,
The hospital had an eerie stillness to it, as if it lacked any patients at all, whether healthy or not.

When at night the nurse left
Once the nurse departed at nightfall.

I could not walk at all
I found myself suddenly paralyzed and unable to walk.

Morning came and then came noon,
Hours passed as the sun rose higher into the sky.

Dinner time a scalpel blade
A sharp surgical instrument lay beside my dinner utensils.

Lay beside my silver spoon
The scalpel rested directly next to my spoon, perhaps implying its use in feeding me or performing an operation on me.

Some girls wander by mistake
Certain women may venture into toxic situations without realizing the harm they can cause.

Into the mess that scalpels make
These women become entangled in the chaotic aftermath of situations that involve surgical-like precision.

Are you the teachers of my heart?
Can these women impart wisdom or insight to my soul?

We teach old hearts to break
They teach those who have been battered or weathered down by life how to accept heartbreak as a lesson learned.

One morning I woke up alone
One day I awoke to an empty room with nobody else around.

The hospital and the nurses gone
The hospital, previously brimming with medical staff, has seemingly vanished without a trace.

Have I carved enough my lord?
Have I accomplished all that is asked of me, O divine being?

Child, your are a bone.
You are a mere skeleton, a physical representation of a fleeting life.

I ate and ate and ate
I consumed food nonstop, perhaps to compensate for a lack of emotional nourishment.

No I did not miss a plate, well
I made sure to finish every morsel of food on every plate presented to me.

How much do these suppers cost?
What is the price of each of these meals I am consumed with devouring?

We'll take it out hate
The cost of my meals will be deducted from my life's accumulated anger and wrath.

I spent my hatred every place,
I have directed my fury and bitterness at every possible location or entity.

On every work on every face
My anger left no individual or project untouched.

Someone gave me wishes
A benevolent soul bestowed me with a wish or several.

And I wished for an embrace
My desire was for a warm, comforting embrace, likely representative of the love and support I lacked.

Several girls embraced me, then
I received many warm embraces from multiple women.

I was embraced by men,
In addition to women, men also comforted me with loving hugs.

Is my passion perfect?
Is the fervor and enthusiasm I put into pursuing my goals unwavering and flawless?

No, do it once again
It is not ideal or infallible, and thus, it is suggested that I tackle my passions with renewed effort and improved precision.

I was handsome I was strong
I was a physically attractive, robust individual.

I knew the words of every song
I possessed a vast knowledge of song lyrics and possibly other cultural activities or entertainment forms.

Did my singing please you?
Was my singing entertainment and pleasure for you to experience?

No, the words you sang were wrong.
No, the specific lyrics or attitudes expressed in my performance were misguided or incorrect.

Who is it whom I address
Who am I speaking to in this moment or addressing with my thoughts or concerns?

Who takes down what I confess?
Who will record or remember the truths and secrets that I freely admit to?

Are you the teacher of my heart?
Are you the wise and insightful guide for my soul's journey?

We teach old hearts to rest
Instead of imparting knowledge, we provide respite and reprieve for weary souls.

Oh teacher are my lessons done?
Have I learned all that I can and completed all necessary curriculum?

I cannot do another one.
I feel incapable of taking on any more challenges or lessons to be learned.

They laughed and laughed and said
The individuals I confided in allowed themselves to ridicule or mock me.

Well child, are your lessons done?
Have you truly and entirely completed your education and self-discovery?

Are your lessons done?
Have you fully learned all necessary lessons and are you free to pursue life without neccesarily being under someone's tutelage?