Out of all, who will remain to stand? Flowers into fruit, gentle labor, heavy hands The world's weighing on the blade, broken by an empty strand Silk, cotton, satin, braided down, threaded bands to hold them Pace like black molasses, finding the open Headed towards the unknown, steady in motion Create the balance, remain floating Grip the heart of your heart and transform hope into focus And channel the power out the promise spoken Ever forward, forever motion Ever forward, forever motion
