| Was it a day, a day just like today?
|
| Imagine, the same sun we know
|
| Casting a haunting shadow upon the sand
|
| In a not so distant land
|
| Spectators breathing the air we breathe
|
| Casting the same rocks
|
| Sweating the same sweat
|
| Their eyes ablaze, glazed with an ancient gaze
|
| It was still the same then as today
|
| The weight of the timber of that tree
|
| Pales in comparison when contrasted
|
| With the weight of the world
|
| The shame and the pain
|
| The burden we just couldn’t bear
|
| The darkest day on the earth some would say
|
| The light of the world searching ever ready to ignite
|
| The soldiers are tormenting but they don’t know why
|
| Still he is speaking on their behalf
|
| This day would bring hope to us all
|
| There’s imminent danger at hand
|
| And in the sand we still stand
|
| With our spears ready to thrust
|
| Our feet creating dust
|
| And now it swirls like a tornado
|
| In hot pursuit of its next building to collapse
|
| The thick glass we see through darkly
|
| As we have smeared it with mud
|
| And somehow we still think it to be all about us
|
| But it’s all about you
|
| I know I’m covered in filth
|
| And I need to be cleaned
|
| For this curse is strong, but the cure is here
|
| And although I fall, I know that you’re near
|
| I know that you’re right here
|
| You’re right here |