Youth, black and white, yes or no, speak or silence
I hold my breath for peace, for calm, for all that is right
Goodness once defined by order, authority, defined, underlined
A shift of consciousness bows to the moment, the breath defines
Who we are, who we were, where we are going
Goodness is a portrait unfinished, a process unleashed
A place where the divine encounters the ordinary, forgiveness
We fall at the feet of our own making, our deeds portray shame
In the darkness we long for what we could have been
We are alone in our fear,truth is coveted
Goodness does not hesitate nor hinder
For we, the unfinished, the raw form, the model in making
Suffer as we witness grief, despair, incomplete masks
Why seek to better ourselves when around us a dark shadow beckons?
Goodness is a portrait unfinished, a process unleashed
A place where the divine encounters the ordinary, forgiveness
We fall, we seek, we bow, we resonate; are we capable?
The clock hand moves forward, no change is gained
A decade passes, we remain.