Rolling Blackout

How far is the reach

To touch the unseen

Ripped and torn at the seams

It is not done nor finished

Until we are down to the last crumb

Listening for a trumpet to sound

To the beat of a snare drum

We have managed to change the climate

No matter how high we will climb it

Our strands are the branches

We are the trees

Gathering up the green leaves

From the cold breeze of rainy days

Never to be caught up

Tossed and driven in the waves again

Blown our way by the evil acts of men

There is a destination to reach

We are destine to breach through

The strongholds and win

Read the book to the end

Then read it again

The truth lies and lives in the skin

That runs together like silver mercury