If only the cars would come to a stop,
And all of the hustle and bustle.
The clock would cease ticking,
And the strident noise would turn into delicate silence.
For the world has stopped spinning.
The birds are no longer chirping.
But the wind is blowing,
Gently, gently...
And finally, a moment for me to rest.
A moment for me to breathe.
A moment of quiet.
A moment of peace.

I hear a man with pain in his voice
The addiction! Is what he says
Don't hate me
I cannot control it, he sobs
Please! The agony!
I am sorry...

Revenge was mine.
But your life,
Not yet...

The clamor is way too heavy
I need to elope to my quiet place
Where everything is constant and serene
I’d lie to myself until
My world starts to spin
And I’m forced to face
My absolute reality

I know the toothless women
Who crumple on the streets
The rain bleeds through their cardboard,
The cold drips through their feet

I know the dying children
With anaesthetic arms
The angels crowd around them
With time that burns their palms

I've hugged the brainwashed gangsters
With money drenched in blood
I've heard their broken weeping
While digging up the mud

I've seen the starving faces
Of the tired girls at home
The broken, hectic psyches
That eat them to the bone

I know the burning poets
With a desperate thirst for life
The need for finding soulmates
That pierces like a knife

There's weary public servants
Who risk their lives for good
And prove compassion every day
Yet stay misunderstood

Human love is buried
Beneath the plastic weight
Of angry allegations
And a world that feeds off hate

These people may be messy,
But they're beautiful and real
With hidden dreams and secrets
And ability to feel

We have a place to run to
With lights of peach and gold
Where all the weight is lifted
And all our tales are told

We live in total freedom
So safe beneath the moon
And though it seems ambitious
Our dreams will save us soon