Look to the sky for the evidence, breath of the wind chilling every cord on my spine
In this instant, I'm taken atop the world
The burning of buildings and houses beneath never reaches the lowest of stars
It's a fallacy to think that the world stops at us
These towers don't seem so tall, when compared to the galaxies of the universe
In it's ever changing beauty, we take notes
On how to paint, of what to sing; it's manifold
A fleeting world is rotting right before our eyes, the chances of restoring beauty ever-slowly dies
Day, turns to night, back to light, with no help from mankind
And then light shines our way to all fortune
I'll take a ticket to be by your side, for this mystery will not suffice
There is more to what we see than what we know
There's room for growth
And with a flash, the earth will shake, and be sure that everyone will fall
It can't combat the violence which feeds off of the world
Mountains can stare, as every building falls on top of all of us
Everything we make, everything we dream, every ounce of beauty seen, brings a glimmer of hope for what is on the other side of the sky
The color it comes from above, and surrounds every one
Infusing us with light
Deep in the corners they wait, these dire forces intend to invade
Slowly fading to magical places, where the color is no more
What's in the garden?
Now it waits
Mind not the delusions, it's never too late to reconvene slowly as words keep us growing, relationships forged in gold
What was in the garden, is now in wait
Mind not the delusions, it's not too late