It seems that anywhere we will find
Those who revel in the glory of the past
Blind to the forest of the infinite
Focused on the trunk to which they are chained
Miserably unfulfilled until the final breath
Humility comes to all in time, for some it seems only at their death
Each person can change their fate
Restless, minds drift in their sleep
A spark ignites the vestige of light
Awakened, we can resist complacency
It’s time for a change
A plea from a cynic’s heart
That we can find our way out
And forge a new way from the start
We are all waiting on someone else
Saying that we want something new
But feel that we’re crushed by this house of cards
But we could be the wind that blows to bring it down
There needs to be a shift in our thinking
We must find the | power of the collective
These atrocities have | gone on far too long
We must find our hearts
We must heed to our most basic directive
Restore a system based on empathy
Too often we find our words lost on invective
Immune to feeling basic sympathy
We have to learn how to live
We all have something left to give
We can’t deny our history
It shows us life lived selfishly
There needs to be a shift in our thinking
We must find the | power of the collective
These atrocities have | gone on far too long
We must find our hearts
