I have many questions for you
My mouth is so full I cannot choose
Are you listening, are you listening
My friends are hurting they are hurting

It’s not black or white but in between
Colors of a storm are most fitting
Is there an answer in the silence
Are we asking the wrong questions

How ignorant man to simply think
We can’t control a storm with pen and ink
But if I could for you I would write
To make the darkest parts give us life

Have we given orders to the morning
Or shown the dawn its place to be
Can we bind the chains of pleiades?
Or command the sea, command the sea

Who are we that you are mindful of us
Who are we that you are mindful of us
Is this the part we just have to try and trust