A higher sense of capability,
drifting out across the plains.
Wrapped in a shawl of sensibility,
things shall never be the same.

Eyes and ears now start to filter
all that's slowly gone a kilter
All the wrongs, once lost to sight
are now in view, not lost to light.

Awoken by a silent whisper,
the silent light that comes at dawn.
All the things we ever wished for,
can be ours, if we belong.

Eyes and ears now start to filter
all that's slowly gone a kilter
All the wrongs, once lost to sight
are now in view, not lost to light.