In a dream, in a waltz, another time and place
Force a scream, for the ones extracting peace from war
The hidden few you never knew, nor cared to hence before
Their silent song tells right from wrong, absent your gratitude

All around, broken spires, blunted from the sky
hanging stark, hanging still, and never asking why

A sojourn bleak, an odyssey, to skip from globe to sphere
Though landscapes shift, a rule persists, to which one must adhere
A savage dance, a solemn glance, laws of polarity
Without extremes, what we perceive, may not find balance yet

All around, broken spires, blunted from the sky
hanging stark, hanging still, and never asking why"