The bottoms of our feet
Are the soles of tomorrow
We repeat these stories endlessly
We are here spinning our wheels
Trying to understand the streets
And how they were formed in symmetric images
We are immersed in villages of hunger
Empty of sound and fury
Lines before the jury
We are useless without our wings
So we bring kindness to your springs
And drink clean water
From the hands of your daughters
Gone before the dawn
We held on without scorn
And stole laughter from the mouth of a tornado
With ****** dripping from your lips
And ink on your fingertips
Holding iron in your palms
It appears we need to hail our faith
Now more than ever