Nature was building
Cathedrals to touch the sky
Long before we
Ever came along
Cathedrals to touch the sky
Long before we
Ever came along
I live in a world
Of song and voice
Of love and wisdom
Not to become
Icons of Hollywood
But to impress upon the inhabitants
Where the true source
Can be found
What kind of person, with the power and resources to do so much for so many others, chooses instead to exploit them?
So I listen
I can close my eyes
On any day
And just listen
But I prefer the fog
It is easier
To imagine in darkness
To create a world of light
In my mind
I sink into my rage