I've been washed away
By the waves of destiny
Into an ocean of my own design
Searching and seeking, hoping and praying
Sewing and reaping, wandering, straying
Why have these hands sought to destroy everything
When they should bring prosperity to the weak?
My lungs are heavy with demise as I climb
From the ashes, as a phoenix. I will rise
I will climb
I will rise
The rhetoric's been planted, the smallest seed
In hopes that these words will bloom like leaves
As blind as we are to the wind, what else can we not see?
Will tainted honey ever taste as sweet?
The question I've had, but lacked the courage to speak
Is it wrong to, just this once, dip our feet?
Why have these hands sought to destroy everything
When they should bring prosperity to the weak?
Innovation is necessary, the outcome is revolutionary
With rhetoric that's planted, whose roots run deep
My words now resound without deniability
As blind as we are to the wind, what else can we not see?
Will tainted honey ever taste as sweet?
The question I've had, but lacked the courage to speak
Is it wrong to, just this once, dip our feet?
The faces reply with sheepish confirmation
Eye-to-eye, we'll never meet. I stand above
Lift up your chalice, and drink the honey
Consume until you hear the tide in the glass
And watch the dealings of a prophet unfold
Like petals of violet, drenched in royalty
Innovation is necessary, the outcome is revolutionary
