shaba
03-08-2007, 01:23 PM
This line we are marching
On the same trail
There were footprints before us
Leading us off a ten kilometre drop.
Yet, we are still here
The signs have been rooted
In the trees that have fallen
In the fish that have sunk
In the birds that have no wings
And the Sun that has turned to stone.
The earth's deep vein has come to the surface
Our metallic hands have choked it out
You can see it cut across the green skin
We don't release our grip
We wait and wonder how it will be.
But we know this answer,
Our fate is real.
When the leaves fall and never come back,
We will cry out to our Mother
But She cannot save Herself.
She cannot convince Time to turn back.
On the same trail
There were footprints before us
Leading us off a ten kilometre drop.
Yet, we are still here
The signs have been rooted
In the trees that have fallen
In the fish that have sunk
In the birds that have no wings
And the Sun that has turned to stone.
The earth's deep vein has come to the surface
Our metallic hands have choked it out
You can see it cut across the green skin
We don't release our grip
We wait and wonder how it will be.
But we know this answer,
Our fate is real.
When the leaves fall and never come back,
We will cry out to our Mother
But She cannot save Herself.
She cannot convince Time to turn back.