Hear the voice of the unremembered heart
hear the silence between each word
black and white divided grays that cut between us
filled with broken shards of promised days
I'm standing far ahead
always looking backwards
i'm standing far behind
with eyes fixed on tomorrow
Breathe in deep, and open your heart again
the fire burns where the embers fall
so love, in spite of the pain you feel
for the lives we live - follow after all
Where are the artists and the prophets?
lost below the wheels of this machine..
because money drives the vanity of human culture
but emotion fuels our hope and feeds our dreams
They dance upon the water
they dance upon the fire
they dance upon the stony ground
with palms turned to the sky