There's a song,
It seems to have started,
Now, we can't think,
There's gotta be a place!
A warmer space,
There's gotta be a time,
And if this day is that day,
Now lets fly,
I'd like to sing,
It's about how I'd like,
To string this thing,
Together...
again.
Quite some time ago,
When exactly "when",
No one seems to know...
Now, it brings us woe.
Of where we can go.
That we can embrace
We can find,
What it is,
That makes us,
Want to live.
In which you choose,
Which path we go down.
Maybe we won't go down?
Maybe we can arise above,
Free as a dove.
Let's give it a try.