George,

We want you to know
That houses rise and fall
That thin men can be tall
That faith is priceless

We want you to see
how rusty engines stall
how tempests break your wall
and nothing lasts at all

All rising up
All rising up
It’s a matter of time
It’s a matter of time

We want you to hear
the sounds of blood and tears
the words of mouthless fears
the voiceless murmur

We want you to think
of harvests left to crop
of mountains left to top
of bullets left to stop

All rising up
All rising up
It’s a matter of time
It’s a matter of time

Miko Flohr, 14/01/2005