
Our world is at war
racing fast to the bottom
while the moon rises

Our world is at war
racing fast to the bottom
while the moon rises

From the depths of earth
comes a holy vibrant light
when we’re commuting

Divine breath of life
branches touching each other
invaluable

Imperfect as life
deep gashes in our landscape
we love and accept

There are many stairs
we complain on every hike
there are stairs at least