The world seems to be in tremendous pain,
But no one is to blame.
Even though everything is twisting and turning.
And nothing is the same.
All the world cries out,
people scream and shout.
Cause we are in labour,
giving birth to a new world.
We can resist or persist.
But the world at large,
is like a barge.
Burrying the old.
Sol we can welcome the new era.
where the sun will set,
awakening the whole world.
Some already caught a glimpse,
of what is to come.
While others tear down the old world,
that no longer has the same enigma.
It has lost its attraction,
revealing it's dire imperfection.
Death row is just a show,
for live never ceases.
It just takes on a different form,
still the oath is sworn:
We pledge to live life,
as mother and father,
husband and wife,
sons and daughters,
friends and foes.
Our bond shows,
through the imperfection.
We are destined to be complete,
for no one is obsolete!
That is what will remain:
even though nothing seems the same,
we all spring from the same flame.
Making us rays of love either way!
And that is what will stay,
as we are tuned in to a new reality.
Being born trough us all.