FALLEN WALLS
A whirlwind of thought starts spinning around
I've been thinking a lot ‘bout what's been going down
And about what's been going on as I read the texts of history
I see the pages keep repeating… The idea is becoming clear to me
I'm noticing a pattern of ebb and flow
The rise and fall of man, men and kings
As a great chasm seems to keep growing between
Self-proclaiming all-seeing beings and those who'll never know
I watch castles crumbling while at the same time
New statues keep rising as slaves stand side by side
Working all day on newly fallen walls
And it's our job to keep rebuilding
What's not for our own protection
Since these structures are used for dividing...
All people and states
All races and religions
It's become the best way to separate
Old new ideas from
The foundation of tradition
First condense them
Then convince them to believe it's too late
When they know it really isn't
Get them to lose their hope
For if you can break their faith
Maybe they'll all stop searching for what's hidden
History's hands of time have told
That when there's no buried treasure to behold
We all know there'll be no shovels left to be had
Nor no more miners to find others out there
to help them with their digging....
Ahhh