What’s in a world of hidden times
It’s there in everyone in line
Beyond belief the light of round
Stand up the roots that ground

What’s in a world of rotted wood
It’s time to be the grass that stood
sow the seeds begin at dawn
Stand up and walk the path of worn

What’s in a world no smoke of fire
The words come out no voice of liar
Run free across the bridge of sticks
Stand up and watch the world that ticks