To put a name on it
Would be to nail the age of anxiety
To put a mask on it
Would be to hide the face of your empathy
To put a wheel on it
Would be to steer the one with integrity
To put a spin on it
Would be to change the way that life must rotate

I salute your kindness
I bow down
To your good will

To put a light on it
Would be to force the truth of uncertainty
To put a weight on it
Would be to mold the answer deceivingly
To put a lead on it
Would be to give yourself authority
To put a stop to it
Would be to change the way that we must rotate

I salute your kindness
I bow down
To your good will

(I bow down, I bow down, I bow down, I bow down)

I salute your kindness
I bow down
To your good will