say it’s high time
someone won who ran
who was not the man
or in his hands

When the soul speaks
the camera turns away
there’s fear of being weak
but it’s fear that brings decay
the end of days
and how does one approximate what it may
Bring

If voices sing
loudly and proudly
we will ascend to the clouds to see
previous stupidity
but should music not prevail
the sun will have failed
the clouds will rise over us.