It’s all crumbling:
Ideas of what’s right;
Knowledge of what is;
Thoughts of what’s what;
Beliefs of who’s who;
Notions of man.
It’s all crumbling:
Walls turn to dust;
Ground turns to water;
Hiding becomes seen;
Love dissolves hate;
You become I.
We become us.
And then, we rise.
And now, we rise.
And yes, we rise.Night sky on plane