Where is the grace? In our passing lives Abundance of the worldly A lack of substance A senseless race head-to-head with the wilful Your fight was never mine I see cold men graceful in their moves Ready for the next sweeping tide This tired parade of words inane What is there to hold on to but the pretense of dreams? I cannot lower myself, idle another day Turning away from truth and profound thought I have seen, I've searched enough Determined faces and plastic facades Search in despair for some humanity Nourish the fading spirit This is my requiem My long awaited reclusion I can't silence the voice That speaks of detriment The detriment of human kind I just never found a home A sense of common ground Forever deemed a stranger, yet forced to comply Do I dare to dream once again? Govern my own existence Do I dare to dream once again? Do I dare to leave things behind?