Sent us to our rooms:

The wings of song birds lie lame
More than forest fires here to blame
We could calve ways more profound a breathe more life in life profound
Only if we choose...only we choose

Time will never disappear,
Silent oceans stretching blue and clear
The Earth dances to its tune
To hold itself together and to entertain the moon
To entertain the moon

But now its stands upon its hill
Quickly taking back the broken wheel
From the promise its thinking to repeal
And sent us to our rooms

Who can't trust the butterfly or understand the reasons of design
A change a s gentle as it true
Uplifting broken wings only we choose

But now its stands upon its hill
Quickly taking back the broken wheel
From the promise its thinking to repeal
And sent us to our rooms and sent us to our rooms.