Some things in this world give me hope
When I hear the clash of voices speak out
I am surprised by the peoples empathy
Just when the bleak sky had overtaken me
 

A phoenix appeared from the ashes
Gears of a clock spun at an infinite rate
Air shimmered to speak of magic amidst the air
The era of a revolution beginning
 

But let’s be clear on one little thing
This motion has no direction
Such stirrings no intention of violence
Only to occupy where freedom should lie