Something, hiding out in the open
Boasting loud Like its nothing
Working hard with no function
Why does the system feel broken? Hopeless?
Have we lost it's very reason for existence?
Will it ever take its focus from itself?
Nothing to do about it now
Nothing to do about...
Something, between help and encroachment
Between conviction and promotion
I feel a drought of reason coming
As I see the sun setting on goodness
Disagreements burn with fires of violence
Words just aren't enough but neither is silence
What can we do about it now?
What can we do about it now?
Something, like a pot over boiling
Pushing hot air and then nothing
I know that we can do something
In my weakness, I'm chosen
To stay strong in the valley of the mountain
To stand as tall as the redwoods of the forest
To build an island in the waves of the ocean
To build my family on the shores of devotion
Take a hold of a hand from the heavens
Look in my heart and make an honest assessment
Remove the garbage I've been keeping in my head
If anything is ever going to happen
It's going to start inside my home