I have many questions for you 
 My mouth is so full I cannot choose 
 Are you listening, are you listening 
 My friends are hurting they are hurting 
    It’s not black or white but in between 
 Colors of a storm are most fitting 
 Is there an answer in the silence 
 Are we asking the wrong questions   
 How ignorant man to simply think 
 We can’t control a storm with pen and ink 
 But if I could for you I would write 
 To make the darkest parts give us life   
 Have we given orders to the morning 
 Or shown the dawn its place to be 
 Can we bind the chains of pleiades? 
 Or command the sea, command the sea   
 Who are we that you are mindful of us 
 Who are we that you are mindful of us 
 Is this the part we just have to try and trust