We are moving to a new day
We are rising from the brightest flame
Whose love never ends
And we all begin to walk
Lighter
On a path already laid by the sun
Around the rays of his heart
Yellow fields parched and dry
No one will tell me why I thirst?
Why a seed is blackened in my hand?
I just want the rain to come
My hands are things the past will not tell me
As I bellow at some guy down the road
He is bothered by something I cannot hear
Children on and on conveyor belts
Stretching all the way to a small flat yard
Where the news is still the same
As it was when I was throwing sand
People punching in and out
Telling her to establish herself in a boxed
Packaged on-the-shelf life
And we wonder why we've lost our self
And the battles cry to tired ears
On and on
To tired ears who pick up and carry on
Put down with rain
Sun shine down on me again
We are growing in a bright field
And there are many
We are rising from the brightest flame
Whose love never ends
And we all begin to walk
Lighter
Lighter
Explorers
Bewildered
At the sight
Of a great light
It spoke to them
Of fields
Of veins
Of familiar things
Passing away
Of watching time fire flying away
A flow the birds know
Beats beyond time know
Cocooned
In a pulse
In holy awareness
In the warm, shared joy
Of being
In sum