How far is the reach
To touch the unseen
Ripped and torn at the seams
It is not done nor finished
Until we are down to the last crumb
Listening for a trumpet to sound
To the beat of a snare drum
We have managed to change the climate
No matter how high we will climb it
Our strands are the branches
We are the trees
Gathering up the green leaves
From the cold breeze of rainy days
Never to be caught up
Tossed and driven in the waves again
Blown our way by the evil acts of men
There is a destination to reach
We are destine to breach through
The strongholds and win
Read the book to the end
Then read it again
The truth lies and lives in the skin
That runs together like silver mercury