Clenched fists and bare-feet
Enraged confused and out of control
A monster of smoke plastic and steel
Lines our throats and robs our smiles

Now our breathing is heavy and laboured
And we're lost in a world of broken rules
And children don't cry because they comfort the old
As they stand to attention on an unlikely horizon of hope

A whisper is flowing like a breeze
Lips to ears the last words of our species

Imagine flying towards the clouded sky
As ice cold rain rips at your spirit
At last you arrive and break straight though
Behind the grey a blue more real than words

Burn all the books and every lingering trace of word
They can't help us anymore

07/20/2013