Openings

The future lays unwritten

by hands that held power in the past

mouths of those who listened find voices in the words you've lost

the cracks that have begun to show will be the wings on which we soar

so pass a tool prise it open and a pen to write the future now

Stone in the water for every choice a consequence

like a ripple to the shore for every move can you defend

these dreams we've rolled over again in our fingers can begin

if we seek to live by a society we want to create

Chorus:

There an opening lies

there a hook to hold us

there an end that finds

a start to reasonings of a new kinds

Our minds were enticed first by colours that kept our hearts at bay

then secondly were taught to compete and not co-operate

the ones who possess little are much less possessed so praise be to a

moderate poverty and everything else is unnecessary