We are here,
In the eye of the storm,
A resting place for a time.
Like morning and evening,
Friends at a distance,
Enemies when near,
A contrast we ought never delight in.
No, I would not harm you
Because we all must follow our dreams
And this is no different
The sea ought never be calm
Take me on ships into the storm,
Where love is liberty,
And clarity is fullness
And hate is cairned away on waves,
And hints not at justice anymore
Where the things I am giving are the weights of my being
And my weights are the wings of yours.