The concrete is cracking and the green is coming through
Not to take it over, just to start the world anew
We’ve traded in the hammers for the planting of the seed
Growing past the hunger and the ghost of human greed
The maps are on the table but the borders are all gone
We’re waking up together in the middle of the dawn
No one is a stranger and no one is a king
We’re listening to the harmony the morning has to bring.
We’re building up the spirit while we’re tearing down the wall
Standing for the brother who is learning how to fall
It’s a symphony of voices, every color, every tone
Finding out that nobody is meant to be alone
Equality is oxygen, it’s flowing through the street
Lifting up the heavy hearts and cooling off the heat
We’re growing, we’re growing, we’re healing the scars
Turning all our weapons into ladders to the stars.
The science is a servant to the water and the air
Every new discovery is something we can share
We’ve learned to move in rhythm with the pulsing of the tide
With nothing left to conquer and with nothing left to hide
The children play in gardens where the shadows used to creep
Knowing that the promises we made are ones we keep
There is no "them" or "us" in the language that we speak
Just a kindness for the mighty and a power for the weak.
It’s the balance of the forest, it’s the wisdom of the old
A story where the ending is more precious than the gold
We’re weaving every thread until the fabric is complete
Feeling all the unity beneath our moving feet
It’s not a dream of yesterday or a ghost of what is gone
It’s the pulse of evolution moving steady, moving on.
So let the garden flourish and let the rivers run
Underneath the blessing of a warm and equal sun
We have finally discovered what it means to truly be
A world that isn’t winning, but a world that’s finally free.
GrizzlyJones
