THERE COMES A TIME

WHEN A QUIET RIOT

HAS GONE BY

AND THE SILENCE

DEFENDS ITSELF,

DOWN FROM A SHELF

OF THE PAST

WE REIGNITE

THE PRESENT

AT LAST…

AFTER DAYS

OF GRINDING

ROARS

OF THE BIG

MACHINE

BEHIND THE DOORS,

THE LIGHTS RETURN,

THE CLOCKS IN TURN

TELL THE RIGHT TIME

MOVING FORWARD

IN FULL RHYME,

AND LIFE COMES

BACK

LIKE IT ALWAYS WAS

NEVER GONE

JUST HIDING,

PROVIDING A SENCE

OF GOODNESS,

WILL ANYTHING

BE THE SAME,

DO I HAVE

THE SAME NAME…

AND OUTSIDE

WITH A QUIET RIDE,

THERE ARE THE CARS

AWAITING THE STARS

THAT WILL COME

TONITE,