Somewhere New

A time without

Hate and Impurity

A place in between time

That’s where I want to be

Because here

Isn’t much of anywhere

These are not empty words of a critic

No, they are a symphony sung by many

Echoed through the years

Sometimes only a faint tremble

Other times like roaring thunder

This chorus sings on

Still it quakes the Earth

You might think it to be lost

When a world so tainted seems to have forgotten

Voices gather in rebellion

A time without

Hate and Impurity

A place in between time

That’s where we want to be

Because here

Isn’t much of anywhere