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