you watch the day turn into night
clear skies go cloudy
sheer bliss to misery
comfort to agony

the days of innocence
demise of the century
we live in the brutality of all truths

i see power turned over
raging at its inability to fulfill
failing miserably to find its place

as we wither away in the song of the winds
paddling on beyond our tears

we will fall
but we will prevail