THE UNWRITTEN SONG

Slowly simmering along

No words, and yet a song

There's no fire without a flame

And there's no player without a game

But there could be a story without focus

And that's probably what’s made us

This is you, this is me

And this is our practicality

And while this world will string along

We'll still be writing our unwritten song.

Obvious isn't all that sure

And sure isn't entirely pure

Everything that had meaning seems quite lost

In the pathways of what was star-crossed

Once upon a time, we were clear

And now, clarity is replaced with fear

This is you, this is me

And this is our reality

And while this world will string along

We'll still be writing our unwritten song.

Fact sheets have proved misleading

Our convictions are here a-bleeding

We placate ourselves with a pack of lies

Knowing full well, they won't actualize

All that is done, can't be taken back

And all that is behind, comes to attack

This is you, this is me

And this is our actuality

And while this world will string along

We'll still be writing our unwritten song.