The future lays unwritten
By hands that held power in the past
Mouths of those who listened
Find voices in the words you've lost
The cracks that have begun to show
Will be the wings on which we soar
So pass a tool, prise it open
And a pen to write the future now
Stone in the water
For every move, a consequence
Like a ripple to the shore
For every choice, can you defend
These dreams we've rolled
Over again? In our fingers can begin
If we seek to live in a
Society we wanna create
There an opening lies
There a hook to hold us
There an end that finds
A start to reasonings of a new kinds
Our minds were enticed first
By colors that kept our hearts at bay
Then secondly were taught to
Compete and not co-operate
The ones who possess little are much
Less possessed so praise be to a
Moderate poverty
And everything else is unnecessary
There an opening lies
There a hook to hold us
There an end that finds
A start to reasonings of a new kinds
There an opening lies
There a hook to hold us
There an end that finds
A start to reasonings of a new kinds

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