Babel

Is it the earth that calls or the urge to settle down?

No voice, no sound though it's clear, it's loud

On the plains our build will set about here

Behind these hills where we left our past

From far we came to high we're heading now

Never looked back now we won't look down

The earth cries out it's urge to slow it down

Our voice, our sound it's clear, it's loud

Old soul your little eyes pierce inside

See the worries in my mind

You look, you smile as if you say: It will be alright

Now so little, bit so wise my child

Old soul don't grow too fast

Don't bother what the world expects no just yet

You'll look, you'll smile and then you'll say: It will be alright

Soon so so big, so wise my child

Don't bother what the world expects

You will know what's best

Whether you babble or you speak

You'll be perfect, always be perfect to me

Soon so big, so wise

A painting, your best picture is not a threat on the wall

That red sky as decoration

Becomes a different sensation when rain begins to fall

What separates a flash, a split-second from a century?

Content, and context

What separates the life of a woman, or man

That achieves a million things

Or one monumental thing, from one that achieves nothing that anyone remembers?

Content, and context

What separates those that have lived lives

Full of love and happiness from those that have endured

Unfathomable pain and suffering

And never known a single moment of a bliss?

Much, much more than just content and context

Everything, the world

Yet in the scheme of things all lives and all experiences

Have a beginning, an end, and an in between and are one

As if they never were

Through the palms of the hands of the earth we slip

We are like water that seeps through her fists

We just take from her, and we never give

We are losing it

Losing grip

She lets go of us

She is furious

She's our ears and our eyes when we are sleeping

How much longer she lets us breath

And will she tolerate there narrow escapes

She lets go of us

She is furious