the distance

to walk. to run. to work through the paces.

all lights are red. time is dead. frost becomes lead.

prayers ushered: regenerated.

hoping for things overlooked.

cold pierces my jacket.

a hoodie can not contain it's strength.

steps to blocks; blocks to streets; streets to km.

the prayer is the same.

it's always been the same.

household dwellers sleep,

they hear no steps.

green grass is to creep,

but it's time is yet to peek.

is the distance measurable?

does it make sense to count?

the answer lies in the importance.

it is not of distance

it is of future.

worn out shoes are best,

they've shown they past the test.

to be revolutionary is to know,

that we won't admit.

that what beats in all of us is a mess.

the prayer is the same,

it's always been the same.

And you said, That I don't want you to fight against the waves

But I fought, So hard that they had to break around me

And you said,That I'm impressed but you've gotta stop this now

And I listened and I fought... i fought so hard

The waves were so strong and powerful

They threw me under the tide and tore me up inside

Though I prepared I couldn't take them down

I had another plan (to get me out)

(With choirs and horns they shout)

"we are, we are... number one"

"we are, we are. number one"

Your voice screams,

"Please stop this now. Stop this madness!"

(If that is true) I don't know where home is.

Without this battle, there is no fight.

Without this war, there is no battle.

Without your evil, without your greed, there is no war.