Pushed down, shoved aside
Gasping, bubbling...

I cannot help but ask
Why the sun comes out each morning...

I have seen green grass
and the dew upon a rose...

Another world, another place
Another land, another face...

The words I've never heard; sights I've never seen
A dance I cannot feel; a song I cannot sing...

I see angels dancing by
Across an empty auburn sky...

Open fist, unveil your hand.
Feel this dirt, caress this land...

Currents of life interwoven in time
The guilt of the masses that fell to the crime...

It's not quite cold outside
as it is a little chilly...

In the wind that from her learned lips blows
comes the haughty arrogance of her speech...

I watched you from the darkness
My eyes encased in shame...

On the wind that pounds on the windows of my mind
Are the tears of a thousand tales there for me to...