Shaping a Fragile Utopia کے بول

Cast your eyes to behold me Another day comes to swallow the stars Morning takes hold and shapes the things to come I can’t recover life before my wish to fly Feathers falling slowly Gray like the clouds which blanket sky A discord rises and echoes with one voice Nothing comes from passive means Not having learned to live I will wait for you Cast your eyes to behold me Mother of creation Forger of light Bringer of darkness Born into light and into darkness An enigma of twisted fate Born into light A heart beats Breathing life is no simple thing Blooming Earth takes her steps slowly Cautiously dreaming of years unchanging All I can do now is comfort her pain When summer snow burns night torn shade When the requiem is sung for each new day When all things undone I will return